“ Miniture protoplasm, the dirty little bastard! ”
Heaven would never be heaven without you.
~ Richard Matheson
Thank you...for gracing my life with your lovely presence, for adding the sweet measure of your soul to my existence.
Let this hell be our heaven.
But now, in the final hours, even hope had vanished. Yet he could smile. At a point without hope he had found contentment. He knew he had tried and there was nothing to be sorry for. And this was complete victory, because it was a victory over himself.
