Dawn Comes Before Sleep Does.

It's Lovely. If Only You Could Frost Someone To Death.

Either You Came In Here A Swimmer Or You'd Better Be A Really Fast Learner

So Instead Of Acknowledging Applause, I Stand There Unmoving While They Take Part In The Boldest Form Of Dissent They Can Manage. Silence. Which Says We Do Not Agree. We Do Not Condone. All Of This Is Wrong.

I'll Tell Them How I Survive It. I'll Tell Them That On Bad Mornings, It Feels Impossible To Take Pleasure In Anything Because I'm Afraid It Could Be Taken Away. That's When I Make A List In My Head Of Every Act Of Goodness I've Seen Someone Do. It's Like A Game. Repetitive. Even A Little Tedious After More Than Twenty Years. But There Are Much Worse Games To Play.

Yes. I Killed Him. And Buried Her In Flowers," I Say. "and I Sang Her To Sleep.