Books Should Make Somebody Look At How

The World Had Seen So Many Ages: The Age Of Enlightenment; Of Reformation; Of Reason. Now, At Last, The Age Of Desire. And After This, An End To Ages; An End, Perhaps, To Everything.

The Great Grey Beast February Had Eaten Harvey Swick Alive.

No Tears, Please. It's A Waste Of Good Suffering.

Wherever I Go, I Will Speak Of You With Love.

I Think That Horror Fiction Is One Of The Ways To Approach These Problems Of Death.