I know your soul. Everything else is just an ornament.
And in such bliss does devastation grow.
Who wanted to be smiled at by the girl that trailed shadows like pets, conjured snakes and waited for Death, her bridegroom, to steal her from these walls?
Nothing but a symbol? People die for symbols. People have hope because of symbols. They're not just lines. They're histories, cultures, traditions, given shape.
Fear grew in places unlit by knowledge
Fear grew in places unlit by knowledge.
Stories, knowledge...they set the mind alight.
Sometimes you don't even know how special you might be. Sometimes it takes moments of horror or happiness to, if you will, unleash that knowledge.
I wanted a love thick with time, as inscrutable as if a lathe had carved it from night and as familiar as the marrow in my bones. I wanted the impossible, which made it that much easier to push out of my mind.
A particularly good book had a way of opening new spaces in one's mind. It even invited you to come back later and rummage through what you'd learned.
