Die when I may, I want it said of me that I plucked a weed and planted a flower where ever I thought a flower would grow.
My favourite piece of information is that Branwell Bronte, brother of Emily and Charlotte, died standing up leaning against a mantelpiece, in order to prove it could be done.
Everybody dies, but not everybody lives.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
We work to stop thinking about sex and worrying about death.
I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.
I had no thoughts at all, only an overwhelming desire not to feel anything ever again.
Deep in earth my love is lying And I must weep alone.
Get your cow hide over here so I can cut it down to size!
Everything seemed to freeze around me. I could hear her voice, warm and soft like velvet, but as dangerous as a jagged knife. "So, mortal. You challenge me? Regardless of what you-", I felt something invisible caress my belly, "Have to lose? You would risk it's life just to win your precious little castle back?"