Now that I know what I want, I don't have to hold on to it quite so much.
The lips are closed, for the dancer has plenty of other voices at his service.
Avarice is a cursed vice: offer a man enough gold, and he will part with his own small hoard of food, however great his hunger.
Everybody dies. Some just need a little help.
Not every story has a happy ending, but that doesn’t mean it’s not worth telling.
There is no happiness without tears, no life without death. Beware! I am going to make you cry.