“I’d use my shadow as a blanket, but it’s too cold. It’s a shame, because it’d fit snuggly over my body.”
“How cold and foreign this city seemed, that even death could pass unnoticed.”
“Backward I look upon my life,And see one waste of storm and strife,One wrack of sorrows, hopes, and pain,Vanishing to arise again!That life has moved through evening, whereContinual shadows veiled my sphere;From youth's horizon upward rolledTo life's meridian, dark and cold.”
“I love to chase my shadow to feel how it rests in the dark.”
“That was the cold equation. How many lives is one person, even a totally innocent person, going to be worth?”