H.S. Crow Quotes

Well, clearly not. Goodness boss, just look at those filthy paws. I've never seen any fish carry paws like those. Usually they are cleaner.

We yearn for a stranger to poke around in our heart. Such an irrational thing it is. Flutter once and lunacy behold.

That one doesn't count. The poor scoundrel is deaf, but he makes a fine sniffer. How do you think we found you?

A violinist fiddled.
With strings resined for winter.
Summer's light splintered.

As long as we have children seeking unrealistic dreams, anything is possible.

I will wait for you until the gold from the sun dwindles away.

Let my sight end. Let the dark tides of Nyx ebb away beneath the white sands of null. Let our pale mother spread once more!

You deny the existence of magic. It's tragic. Aren't you a child born from the ashes of stars? Born from light to decide a life?