“I am shadow so I don’t have a face. I am utter darkness like the one that swells within your coldest depths. I am the ultimate judger. I am your final fate. I am the one that brings your darkness to the known.”

“I care not for lust or desire. That's too ephemeral a sentiment; throughly incapable of encompassing the depth of that which I seek. Lust and desire, just like hunger and thirst, can be sated...extinguished like a fickle flame. No. What I seek...what I want is passion. And for that, not even all- not even forever will be enough.”

“At the end of the day, when the sun falls a willing prisoner of the night...and humans, males and females alike, become submitted to the mistress of the dark, my mind begins to wander and wonder. Looking upwards at a blank slate of concrete, the psyque expresses freely what my subconscious is afraid to give free rein. And there and then, between the play of reality and dreamland, I find my place. I find myself.”

“There comes a moment in life when one must acknowledge that you just can't keep looking back into your past for reasons to keep someone in your present and future. Regardless of how much looking that cruel reality in the eye hurts...memories can't be enough.”

“Aisha may have all these powers, but they haven’t seen me doing what I knew how to do best…running while screaming.”

“Some people go around the mountain, I, for my part, would just blow a hole and then walk through it.”

“Aisha…is it wrong of me to wish you to break a leg? Into many tiny, little pieces? And when or if it heals…would it be too much to hope it ends up looking in the wrong direction…like backwards? Because I truly do. From the bottom of my little, black heart.” She crossed her fingers over said thing.”