I’m frightened that one morning there will not be enough to keep me going.
you grab at any sign of hope. You grab it with both hands and breathe life into it, day after day. You do anything to keep it alive.
In the end, the sum of my vices is all me.
This isn't romance. This isn't a declaration of love or affirmation of friendship. This is something more.
Simple dreams are the hardest to come true
Froi heard Zabat's voice echo over and over again throughout the gorge. Wonderful. The gods had found a way of multiplying the idiot's voice.