People think that your soul or personality, whatever, leaves the body when you die. I swear, it just goes further in. It falls so far in and just becomes so small that it can’t control your body anymore. It’s just in there, dying forever.[to Frank Haleton]
You can talk to a wee one in a way you canna talk to anyone else. You can pour out yer heart to them without choosing your words or holding anything back at all. And that’s a comfort to the soul.
Please do not fear for me. I have no fear myself. The old monsters are gone. The old curses have echoed to silence. And if my immortal soul is lost to me, something yet remains. I remain.
Murder gnaws at the soul. Whoever did it will reveal themselves, sooner or later. No killer behaves normally over time.
Mr Pine… what happened to Sophie Alekan makes us all involved. What happened in Cairo… shames me to the bottom of my soul. I know you can’t forgive the man who did that. The question is, what are you prepared to do about it?