Long after the bloom will fade
the sharpened thorn remains
Rose Lalonde, Seer of Light
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes
Where do you draw the line, between love and greed? We never did know, we always wanted more. We want to take it all in, for one last time, we want to eat the world with our eyes.
— Margaret Atwood: We Want It All, Good Bones