That’s what having no sensation is like: to be without a body, as if you’re ethereal, floating like a ghost. To not feel alive. “Seeing is believing” is doubly applicable to someone like her.

I cannot save any man, for I too am a man. But if that is what is fated,then perhaps I may be admitted, at least, to record death, to craft a morbidhistory of observance that suggests the cycle of souls. I would make a proofof lives ended and suffered. And so my chronicle of death began.

Not enough will to live, but not enough will to die either.

Because I think sins are things people individually carry, a burden that we ourselves make for our own fair share. Our sins become heavier the better our wisdom and common sense, and the greater our happiness.

That’s what having no sensation is like: to be without a body, as if you’re ethereal, floating like a ghost. To not feel alive. "Seeing is believing” is doubly applicable to someone like her.

It's those unseen, unvoiced things that form love. And it isn't right to give voice to them, or else they might turn into lies.

How you waste cash is what distinguishes one rich person from the next.

From this moment forth, my sword shall be with you and your fate shall be with me.

I ask of you. Are you my Master?

I no longer looked to the future or lost hope in it. The past and the future are, from the view of the present, nothing more than a distant paradise. As one who can never achieve divinity, all I could do is ponder that with all of my might.