Everything Ends With Flowers.

There Is No Greater Love Than The Love The Wolf Feels For The Lamb-it-doesn’t-eat.

I Am Sick Of Death And Worst Of All This Sickness Feeds On Itself, The More Afraid I Am The More I Am Afraid The More I Flee The More I Am Afraid The More I Am Haunted.

Writing Is The Delicate, Difficult, And Dangerous Means Of Succeeding In Avowing The Unavowable.

Only When You Are Lost Can Love Find Itself In You Without Losing Its Way.

It Is Said That Life And Death Are Under The Power Of Language.