"..It's so easy to fall in love with death,
and i've been all my life, and seen its
most faithful worshippers crumble in the end,
screaming just to live, as if all the dark veils
and the lilies and the smell of candles,
and grandiose promises of the grave, meant nothing.
I knew that. But I always wished I was dead.
It was a way to go on living..''
-Taken from Anne Rice's "Violin''
