Even Nothing Cannot Last Forever.

Never Trust A Demon. He Has A Hundred Motives For Anything He Does... Ninety-nine Of Them, At Least, Are Malevolent.

I Loved The Sound Of The Words, Even If I Was Not Entirely Sure What All Of Them Meant.

For Some Folks Death Is Release, And For Others Death Is An Abomination, A Terrible Thing. But In The End, I'm There For All Of Them.

Charitably... I Think... Sometimes, Perhaps, One Must Change Or Die. And, In The End, There Were, Perhaps, Limits To How Much He Could Let Himself Change.

For Love Is No Part Of The Dreamworld. Love Belongs To Desire, And Desire Is Always Cruel.