Seath

“In spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art--the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard's canvases--beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden.”
― Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat

“It seemed that love really could bloom on the battlefield.”
― Miya Kazuki, Ascendance of a Bookworm: Part 5 Volume 3

“I was surrounded by jerks. I'm not kidding.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

“Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas
regumque turres.

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Pale Death kicks in the huts of paupers
just as it does the towers of kings,

(Odes I, 4)”
― Horace