Maybe Innocence Makes Its Way

The Meaning Of Life Is That It Stops.

Anyone Who Loves His Neighbor Within The Limits Of The World Is Doing No More And No Less Injustice Than Someone Who Loves Himself Within The Limits Of The World.

This Morning, For The First Time In A Long Time, The Joy Again Of Imagining A Knife Twisted In My Heart.

You Are So Vulnerably Haunting. Your Eeriness Is Terrifyingly Irresistible.

I Think We Ought To Read Only The Kind Of Books That Wound And Stab Us.