How Could I Know A Famished Heart

The Act Of Memory Is An Act Of Ghostwriting.

Time Is The Speed At Which The Past Decays.

Once Any Tyranny Becomes Accepted As Ordinary, Its Victory Is Assured.

How Could I Know A Famished Heart Will Eat Its Mind? Can Kill Its Body?

I Believe Death Is Only A Door. One Closes, And Another Opens. If I Were To Imagine Heaven, I Would Imagine A Door Opening. And He Would Be Waiting For Me There.