Something Wicked This Way Comes (Green Town, #2)

by Ray Bradbury

Why speak of Time when you are Time,

By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. So vague, yet so immense. He did not want to live with it. Yet he knew that, during this night, unless he lived with it very well, he might have to live with it all the rest of his life.

Evil has only the power that we give it. I give you nothing. I take back. Starve. Starve. Starve.

Is Death important? No. Everything that happens before Death is what counts.