Speaking a painful truth should be done only in love - like wielding a sword with no hilt - it should pain oneself in direct proportion to the amount of force exerted.

Why people wanted to dance whenever it got dark was beyond him. Somehow, the two seemed to go together, like bees and flowers, or flies and dung. Darkness and dancing.

Dance with me, Death, I am ready.

You messed up with the wrong Angel. My weapon is a double-edge sword. One side of the blade represents Truth and the other represents Karma.