When terrible things have happened to you, sometimes the promise of something good can be just as frightening.
Of course . A wicked gleam entered his eyes. But I only turn girls into salamanders on Tuesdays. Luckily for you, it´s a Wednesday, which is the day I drink a goblet of orphan´s blood for supper.
Life is like the oil within a lamp. It can be measured, but the pace at which it burns depends on how the dial is turned day by day, how bright and fierce the flame. And there is no predicting whether the lamp might be knocked to the ground and shatter, when it could have blazed on a great while longer. Such is the unpredictability of life.
Why do we desire, above all other things, that which has the greatest power to destroy us?