I'm tired, boss. Tired of being on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. I'm tired of never having me a buddy to be with... to tell me where we's going to, coming from, or why. Mostly, I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world... every day. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head...all the time.
— This way it's dark then.
— Yeah, kids are scared of the dark.
— You're afraid of the dark too.
Don't underestimate the allure of darkness, Stefan. Even the purest hearts are drowned to it.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Yet there are those who open many eyes. Eyes are the mirror of the soul, someone has said. So we look closely at the eyes to see the nature of the soul. Sometimes when we see the eyes — those horrible times when we see the eyes, eyes that... that have no soul — then we know a darkness, then we wonder: where is the beauty? There is none if the eyes are soulless.
Well, once, there was only dark. If you ask me, the light's winning.
Dark for dark business!
Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.