Citations

You are what we in the scientific community call a ‘lil bitch.’

I’m a DJ, but I don’t spin records. I spin words into minds.

I wasn’t hurt that badly. The doctor said all my bleeding was internal. That’s where the blood’s supposed to be.

I don’t get mad, I get stabby.

Another world gazes through grease and smoke.

I can hear and see ghosts, I believe Connor can see them too. But there is one in particular who haunts me, I don’t know who he is and he’s dead silent…

Vous êtes l’élu, mais pas de ces dieux-là. Vous êtes l’élu des dieux qui récompensent la foi, la détermination. Vous êtes l’élu des seuls dieux qui remboursent le prix du sang versé.

« Le problème n’est pas de savoir qui est innocent et qui est coupable, le problème est de savoir combien je peux en brûler. »

« Peuh ! Les chasseurs de sorcières ? Des ânes pompeux et imbus de leur personne, qui pensent qu’ils ont le droit de terroriser tout le monde… Hé ! Il ne m’a pas entendu, hein ? »
- Dernières paroles de Heiko la Poisse

« Quand le vent du changement souffle, certains construisent des murs, d’autres des moulins à vents. »

You departed from my sight and entered my thoughts, travelled from my eyes, and ended up to my heart.

‘You’re starting to understand something, aren’t you?’

We Both Reached For The Gun

"I am like the sun. Without my shine, without the warmth that radiates from me, people cannot thrive. I am the muse, the inspiration, the glorious blessing sent from the Gods themselves for people to admire and love."

He didn't fight her and allowed her to lift his head to be seen. She studied his dark chocolate eyes and found deep longing in them. She also saw a heavy sorrow, as well as defeat.

He pleaded inside. But doubt took over. His old pessimistic, bleak introspections were starting to cloud a once tangible dream into merely a pipe dream again. He closed his eyes, wanting to hide in the false security of darkness his lids created and felt the burning of past tears creeping back.

Ye gods, what are my feelings. Her lips are softer than the rose’s leaf, her mouth is sweet as honey, and her kiss inflicts on me more pain than a bee’s sting. I have often kissed my kids, I have often kissed my lambs, but never have I known aught like this. My pulse is beating fast, my heart throbs, it is as if I were about to suffocate, yet, nevertheless, I want to have another kiss. Strange, never-suspected pain! Has she, I wonder, drunk some poisonous draught ere she kissed me? How comes it that she herself has not died of it?

“He bent down, his lips against her cheek, brushing it lightly—and still that light touch sent shivers through her nerves, shivers that made her whole body tremble. ‘If you want me to stop, tell me now,’ he whispered. When she still said nothing, he brushed his mouth against the hollow of her temple. ‘Or now.’ He traced the line of her cheekbone. ‘Or now.’ His lips were against hers.
‘Or—’
But she had reached up and pulled him down to her, and the rest of his words were lost against her mouth. He kissed her gently, carefully, but it wasn’t gentleness she wanted, not now, not after all this time, and she knotted her fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against her. He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled her, gathering her against him, and they rolled over on the grass, tangled together, still kissing.”

“Our bodies aren’t strangers,’ he said, his voice ragged. ‘Our spirits aren’t strangers’. He held her face in his hands. ‘Tell me what part of me is stranger to you and I’ll destroy that part of me.’

- You know I can fight the world for you
- But you keep fighting with me only
- Cause you are my world
- Stop

"Their is no call we do not answer. Nor faith we betray."

"We are all villains in someone else's story"

Enchaîné depuis longtemps, car sa mâchoire claque trop pour les temps de paix.

Chained away long ago; its jaws too eager in times of peace.

You cross me and this blade will find your heart faster than anything you’ve seen move.

"Of course remorse
can be a deadly force
when you realize
how much you loved the things that you lost

Give any man the power of a god, and you better hope he's got the wisdom and morals of a god to match.