They're Animals, All Right. But

The First Movie I Ever Saw Was A Horror Movie. It Was Bambi. When That Little Deer Gets Caught In A Forest Fire, I Was Terrified, But I Was Also Exhilarated.

May Be She’ll Learn Something About What Death Really Is, Which Is Where The Pain Stops And The Good Memories Begin. Not The End Of Life But The End Of Pain.

Stories Are Artifacts, Not Really Made Things Which We Create And Can Take Credit For, But Pre-existing Objects Which We Dig Up.

Isn't It Too Bad That The Great Truths Are All Such Lies.

For A Moment He Felt A Wild Hope: Perhaps This Really Was A Nightmare. Perhaps He Would Awake In His Own Bed, Bathed In Sweat, Shaking, Maybe Even Crying . . . But Alive. Safe. Then He Pushed The Thought Away. Its Charm Was Deadly, Its Comfort Fatal.