My Daughter, Anna, Is Almost

Because Fear Kills Everything," Mo Had Once Told Her. "your Mind, Your Heart, Your Imagination.

In Love - It Sounded Like A Sickness Without Any Cure, And Wasn't That Just How It Sometimes Felt?

When The Heart Craved Something So Forcefully, Then Reason Became Nothing But Helpless Observer.

Why Did Death Make Life Taste So Much Sweeter? Why Could The Heart Love Only What It Could Also Lose?

It's A Good Idea To Have Your Own Books With You In A Strange Place