It was like a mask had been pulled away from his face, uncovering a monster hidden beneath his friendly façade.

Mark nodded even though she couldn't see. He'd suddenly lost any desire to talk, and his plans for a perfect day washed away with the stream. The memories. They never let him go, not even for a half hour. They always had to rush back in, bringing all the horror.

Every danger loses some of its terror once its causes are understood.

We're all hunters in my family, you know. Deer, ducks_damsels.

Si quieres que tus deseos duren, tienes que pedir algo que te haga feliz y no la felicidad.

I feel I could kill. I feel that I might like it. And I know that this should scare me. But it doesn't. It excites me. I am in Plato's cave, watching the shadows and fraught with the desire to hunt what casts them.