Others find humanity by looking in their own hearts. Only lost souls need to search for it outside themselves.

Maybe that's all demons ever are. People like us, doing things without even knowing what we're doing.

There's a sort of rage a man feels when he's been deceived where he most trusted. It compares to no other anger.

The world is always a democracy in times of flux, and the man with the best voice will win.

If he was a good man, how could he leave me? So he must not be a good man. But if he isn't good, then why does it hurt so much to lose him?

I don't hate you, I love you, you're part of myself, you're my heart and when you go it's my heart torn out and carried away--

I have lived in the only decades I could have lived in, and hope to live through at least a few more.