No one likes to admit that in the end we all die by inches, gradually losing all the defining visual characteristics that make us us
Angel: And what will you do with the world, once it is yours?' N. Hob: 'Punish it, for not loving me.
Revenge is simply justice with teeth.
I always feel most alive when everything else is dying all around me
Books can be terrible snobs.
The only good hero is the kind who survives to talk about merchandising.