Can we live without death? Can we love without hate? Can we want without need? Do we really ever live our lives enough to appreciate that we can never truly grasp one without the other? That a concept has no meaning without an opposing force? If hate is what’s inside us, and hate is what defines us, and we use our hate to drive us, and let death no deprive us. Do we want this, or do we need this?
– Motionless In White


