For Always In Her There Was A

But The Sky Was Never Quite The Same Shade Of Blue Again.

I Know Nothing, Because I Know Too Much, And Understand Not Nearly Enough And Never Will.

Artists Are Meant To Be Madmen, To Disturb And Shock Us.

No One Is Safe From Nature's Savagery,not Even The Innocent. Only Beauty Is Consistent. Gabrielle Envisions A Time When The Savage Garden Will Overtake Civilizations And Destroy It.

I’d Thought I Knew What Beauty Was In Women; But She’d Surpassed All The Language I Had For It.