Tuesday, March 1, 2011


"What could terror mean to me, who have nothing to fear? Can you conceive how weary I am of always being misunderstood? I see things that are gracious, young, fragrant, but if I come too near, if they feel the presence of my shadow, a horror comes upon their minds. If I touch a flower, it dies in my grasp. Can you conceive how lonely I am when there is nothing that doesn’t shun me, that doesn’t fade as I come near?“
— Death, Death Takes a Holiday