GrimlyFiendish

“We rest. – A dream has power to poison sleep;

We rise. – One wandering thought pollutes the day;

We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;

Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same! For, be it joy or sorrow,

The path of its departure still is free:

Man’s yesterday may ne’er be like his morrow;

Nought may endure but Mutability.”

"There was no answer, except the beating of their two hearts; hers, faint and broken, like the dying embers of a fire; his, heavy and strong, like the march of a relentless army. The room was dim, the light pooling in warm tones of amber and brown, yet neither could see anything but the void between them, and the bitter taste of all that had been unsaid hung like coffee on their tongues."

. "The rest is silence."

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”

"There is something at work in my soul which I do not understand."

"And I will be alone again tonight, my dear"