How could he possibly describe anything when the world around him had lost its colour - Mohale Mashigo

The city is like that: it loves new and shiny things; which also leads it to be a graveyard of previously beautiful relics.

I birthed myself; it was bloody and painful but now I’m standing on the roof of a city as something new.

Things that lurk in the shadows do not like the light. People get used to one tiny light and begin to seek out more of it in the world and in themselves – that’s how the light liberates us.