Passion... it lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though
unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws, and howl. It
speaks to us, guides us... passion rules us all. And we obey.
What other choice do we have?
Passion is the source of our finest moments; the joy of love, the
clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live
without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we
would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank... without
passion, we'd be truly dead.
-Angelus-