Book: Prince Of Thorns

Power doesn't come without sacrifice. For each weakness you have to pay.

I became an adult, but whatever monster lived inside me no, it's only mine, my choice, my responsibility, my evil.

Believe in your strength falter by yourself.

The biggest lies we save for ourselves. Play a game where think themselves gods, able to make a choice, and the current carries us along the chosen path. Pretend not to belong to the wild. Imagine, if all we can control, and civilization is something more than just a disguise. Where lurks the unknown, trust in mind.

Everything depends on the will power. In the end, it always comes back to her.

When between you and the person you were, will be enough days, you will understand that you are strangers. Most likely, this is growing up.

Strangely, the deeper the abyss, the more it attracts. This attraction is on the edge of common sense when it captures the spirit of the thought of a rapid flight into the abyss.

That's really the priests, isn't it? Start with love, then broadcast about forgiveness, and then eternity in the fire.

On the gravestones it is necessary to put the epitaph "Tired", maybe not from life itself, just too tired to cling to it.

Memories are a dangerous thing. You keep going over and over them until you explain yourself every touch, will not be considered from different angles, but still a thorn, which will hurt. - I looked in the recesses of his own consciousness. To be caught means to constantly go back to the death of his relatives. Every day memories become only harder, even if only slightly, but they bends you to the ground. They fill the air around so nothing else to you did not penetrate, and you're forced to weave his shroud, to create a cocoon, more and more falling into madness. The lights were moving under your fingers, then faded, then glowed again to the beat of my voice. You're sitting here, and those who remained in the past, stand shoulder to shoulder. You can hear them approaching and curse who gave you life.

In the end you realize that we're just toys, easy to break but hard to fix.