Goodnight Sweet Prince, May Flights Of Devils

But The Sky Was Never Quite The Same Shade Of Blue Again.

If I Am An Angel, Paint Me With Black Wings.

It's An Awful Truth That Suffering Can Deepen Us, Give A Greater Lustre To Our Colours, A Richer Resonance To Our Words. That Is, If It Doesn't Destroy Us, If It Doesn't Burn Away The Optimism And The Spirit, The Capacity For Visions, And The Respect For Simple Yet Indispensable Things.

Without Memory There Can Be No Insight. Without Love, There Can Be No Appreciation.

Ah, Come Now. I Look Like An Angel, But I'm Not. The Old Rules Of Nature Encompass Many Creatures Like Me. We're Beautiful Like The Diamond-backed Snake, Or The Striped Tiger, Yet We're Merciless Killers