Madness. I did not get myself born to die. I have better things to do.
Genre categories are irrelevant. I dislike them, but I do not have the casting vote.
I will draw you back to me. You shall see. By a chain of stars.
Your dreams will betray you. Go nowhere on a horse that fades.
He sat by her, watching every gesture she made, as if he would paint her portrait afterward.
I'm not very good at being alive. Sometimes I despair of ever mastering it, getting it right. When I'm old, perhaps.