It's A Feeling Which Tells

If You Want To Know What's Important To A Culture, Learn Their Language.

In My Dreams I Gorge On Chocolates, I Roll In Chocolates, And Their Texture Is Not Brittle But Soft As Flesh, Like A Thousand Mouths On My Body, Devouring Me In Fluttering Small Bites. To Die Beneath Their Tender Gluttony Seems The Culmination Of Every Temptation I Have Ever Known.

The Past Is An Obdurate Stranger That Puts As Many Marks On Us As We Attempt To Impose On It.

I'm Incapable Of Hiding My Feelings When I'm Around Someone I Don't Like.

You Don't Write Because Someone Sets Assignments! You Write Because You Need To Write, Or Because You Hope Someone Will Listen Or Because Writing Will Mend Something Broken Inside You Or Bring Something Back To Life.