“But like infection is the petty thought: it creeps and hides, and wants to be nowhere--until the whole body is decayed and withered by the petty infection... Thus spoke Zarathustra.”
“Dreams aren't practical, but we can't live without them.”
“The problem with living so long is that we get used to it. We watch the mortals age and wither and die around us, watch the world change and decay...but no matter the hardship or the pain or the sorrow we suffer, we choose to continue living. Out of sheer habit, I think.”
“he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.”
“Sex without pain is like food without taste”