“The wall was an eyesore in its newness, grayness, lack of grace. That much blank space might not set a regular person's blood racing, but to an artist, it's like opening up a new sketchpad, the kind with heavy textured paper. Impossible to leave it empty.”
“I dragged on my ruined life in darkness and grief, wrathful in my heart...”
“Plan harm for another and harm yourself most, The evil we hatch always comes home to roost.”
“The gods may have spoken, but Nature only bends to a goddess.”
“There was something beautiful about his scars, something lovely about his fallibility.”
“Some of the best victories in history came about when well thought-out plans went to shit.”