“The darkness amplifies the stench of decaying flesh- Random thought”
“My thoughts are quiet, but not calm. There is a terror on the edge of the silence, a terror fed by my burning flesh and the stench of death.”
“the light too brief to finish any work —the woman seeks to amplify the dark”
“Of bones the city is made,Plastered with flesh and blood,Where decay and death are deposited,And pride, and ingratitude.”
“And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.”
“The thoughts just before the event are like the fortune in the cookie. The fortune's as random as the thought.”