In Fact Living Is Dying.

Night Was A Very Different Matter. It Was Dense, Thicker Than The Very Walls, And It Was Empty, So Black, So Immense That Within It You Could Brush Against Appalling Things And Feel Roaming And Prowling Around A Strange, Mysterious Horror.

A Sick Thought Can Devour The Body's Flesh More Than Fever Or Consumption.

You've Never Lived Until You've Almost Died. For Those Who Have Fought For It, Life Has A Flavor The Protected Shall Never Know.

Legitimized Love Always Despises Its Easygoing Brother.

The Great Artists Are Those Who Impose Their Personal Vision Upon Humanity.