Fear Can Hold You Prisoner. Hope Can

I've Taken Off Two Months, Three Months At A Time, And, By The End, I Get Really Squirrelly. My Night Life, My Dream Life, Gets Extremely Populated And Crazed.

Time's The Thief Of Memory

Rage-the Biggest, Truest Rage Of Her Adult Life-had Invaded Her Like A Fever, But It Wasn't Like Any Fever She Had Known Previously. It Circulated Like Weird Serum, Cold On The Right Side Of Her Body, Then Hot On The Left, Where Her Heart Was. It Seemed To Come Nowhere Near Her Head, Which Remained Clear.

But It's Hard For A Man To Give Up All His Pleasures, Even When They Don't Pleasure Him No More.

In Polite Society, We Call Our Obsessions Hobbies.