“Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.”
“He supposed that even in Hell, people got an occasional sip of water, if only so they could appreciate the full horror of unrequited thirst when it set in again.”
“I'm tired again, I've tried again, and now my heart is full.And I just can't explain...so I won't even try to.”
“Oh, I was so not a wilting flower. I’d let a man pick me up and carry me because I couldn’t handle the price of using magic when I was dead. Again.”
“So you find yourself surrounded by death and horror in the world, and you escape it into lust. But lust has no duration; it leaves you again in the desert.”
“Can the flowers refuse to grow, or the birds decline to sing again just because the winter was harsh?No--but I don't know how they do it, how they keep growing”