You want me to sneak up on an angel and rip out its pinfeathers, so you can make a fashion statement?

The cream-tiled walls were spattered here and there with old dried bloodstains, deep gouges that might have been clawmarks, and all kinds of graffiti. As usual, someone had spelt Cthulhu wrongly.

Alexandra was tall and blond, with a balcony you could do Shakespeare from.

I always feel most alive when everything else is dying all around me

Wait. You've got principles? We'll have to update your file.

Future is like an asshole. Everybody has one.---John Taylor (Nightside Series)

The harsh, unyielding reality of having to compromise your ideals bit by bit, day by day, just to achieve a few little victories in the face of the world’s malice, or indifference. Until sometimes you wonder if there’s nothing left of you but the shell of the man you intended to be, just going through the motions because you’ve nothing better to do.