“Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.” ― Poppy Z. Brite
"All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea." - Nathan Reese Maher
"As iron is eaten away by rust, so the envious are consumed by their own passion" - Antisthenes
