I Can Draw And Write, And You'd

One Must Not Look Inward Too Much, While The Inside Is Yet Tender. I Do Not Wish To Frighten Myself Until I Can Stand It.

Life, The Permission To Know Death.

I Have Been Loved,' She Said, 'by Something Strange, And It Has Forgotten Me.

What Is A Ruin But Time Easing Itself Of Endurance?

We Are Adhering To Life Now With Our Last Muscle - The Heart.