Everything's a gamble, love most of all.

We never know until the beast of opportunity is staring us in the face.

With every year that I grow older, I also draw closer to (my loved ones) to the day when we will once again be together. So I march through the deepening shadows, serene and unafraid, because I know that at the end of my journey they will be waiting for me.

The Christmas tree, twinkling with lights, had a mountain of gifts piled up beneath it, like offerings to the great god of excess.

She now knew her death was inevitable, and with that acceptance came liberation. The courage of the condemned.

If you want to remain at liberty, I suggest you not antagonize your defenders.

That's what falling in love really amounted to, your brain on drugs. Adrenaline and dopamine, oxytocin and serotonin. Chemical insanity, celebrated by poets.