Chaos Needs No Allies, For It Dwells

Ah, Fist, It’s The Curse Of History That Those Who Should Read Them, Never Do.

Detachment Is A Flaw, Not A Virtue-don’t You Realize That?

Name None Of The Fallen, For They Stand In Our Place, And Stand There Still In Each Moment Of Our Lives. Let My Death Hold No Glory, And Let Me Die Forgotten And Unknown. Let It Not Be Said That I Was One Among The Dead To Accuse The Living.

The Soul Knows No Greater Anguish Than To Take A Breath That Begins With Love And Ends With Grief.

I Love You Still, But With Your Death I Succumbed To A Kind Of Infatuation. I Convinced Myself That What You And I Had, So Very Briefly, Was Of Far Vaster And Deeper Import Than It Truly Was. Of All The Weapons We Chose To Turn Upon Ourselves, Guilt Is The Sharpest, Silverfox. It Can Carve One's Own Past Into Unrecognizable Shapes, False Memories Leading To Beliefs That Sow All Kinds Of Obsessions.