Quotes from Phil Hester

When you die, there is nothing. [...] to describe it in any way is to give it form.

Um novo Deus chegou a Vakhar. A morte expulsou os deuses menores e ocupou todos os espaços vazios de seus templos. Os hinos viraram gritos. A música, tiroteio. As preces, gargantas sufocando, cheias de sangue. Eu e o Balcã somos missionários. Nossas oferendas transbordam.

The darkness does not flow from my being to them, but out of their hearts and into my skin. I don't inspire your evil. I never did. You offer it to me, from the gravest crime to the smallest indifference.