Books Are A Narcotic.

I Have Spent My Life Resisting The Desire To End It.

My 'fear' Is My Substance, And Probably The Best Part Of Me.

If The Book We Are Reading Does Not Wake Us, As With A Fist Hammering On Our Skull, Why Then Do We Read It?

Hiding Places There Are Innumerable, Escape Is Only One, But Possibilities Of Escape, Again, Are As Many As Hiding Places.

There's An Infinite Amount Of Hope But Not For Us.