Here In The Summer Desert, Winter Found

I Can Love October In September. September Doesn’t Care.

On Those Occasions When He Had Killed In The Dark, He Later Needed To See His Victims' Faces Because, In Some Unlit Corner Of His Heart, He Half Expected To Find His Own Face Looking Up At Him, Ice-white And Dead-eyed. "deep Down," The Dream-victim Had Said, "you Know That You're Already Dead Yourself, Burnt Out Inside. You Realize That You Have Far More In Common With Your Victims After You've Killed Them Than Before.

...like A Scene From The Swamps Of Louisiana Or The Mind Of Poe On Opium.

She Lived For Others, Her Heart Tuned To Their Anguish And Their Needs.

A Politician's Goal Is Always To Manipulate Public Debate. I Think There Are Some Politicians With Higher Goals. But All Of Them Get Corrupted By Power.