Men die. It's practically what they're for.
Fuck the past. This was the present.
The war is always going badly.
Men go and come, but earth abides.
And you are the girl's bitch, forever.
It is probably always disastrous not to be a poet.
There is more to darkness than nightfall.
They may fight with us, but they don't fight for us.
Time did not compose her.
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.
It is warm within the mansions of Hel.
I hope you nail the bastard.”
Perhaps all science is merely self-investigation.
I'm not a lady, I'm a witch.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
I was made to rule the darkness.
The child was slender as fleeting hope.
A brief life burns brightly.
The excess of pleasure is pain
Don't mistake dramatics for a conscience.
Deprivation is the mother of poetry.
