You’re a human, you should understand self-obsession.
My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.
Liesel's blood had dried inside of her. It crumbled. She almost broke into pieces on the steps.
Is there cowardice with the acknowledgement of fear?
I see Death as the part of us that knows all the time that we're going to die, reminding us to live properly.
I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.