When you fail to see something, that doesn't mean I'm hiding it.
How easy it must be when you had no secrets from the person you lived with. " - Eclipse, page 208
My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?
I, the soul called Wanderer, love you, human Ian. And that will never change, no matter what I might become.
Books have been thought of as windows to another world of imagination
It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.
You are. . . Well, not exactly the love of my life, because I expect to love you for much longer than that. The love of my existence. " -Bella
America will rise again. And hope will rise again.
I loathe all this blind rushing pell-mell into a struggle arranged by the mighty minority and paid for with the lives of young men who are drugged on trumped-up ideals.
I've seen things, and that's almost the same as doing them.
Now that I've met you and spoken to you and felt you and tasted you, I'm done. That's it. You're the end for me.