Petya

“The truth is that the forms I see have been slowly emptied out. They no longer have any content. They are shapes only. A train, a wall, a world. Or a man. A thing dangling in senseless articulation in a howling void. No meaning to its life. Its words. Why would I seek the company of such a thing? Why?”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited

“I am broken the way most writers are, stories leaking through the cracks.”
― Victoria Schwab

“To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists

“Sometimes faith might just be a case of not havin nothin else left.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited