I Had The Sensation That I Might

It Was Just An Idea I Had, That It Could Be Cool To Have A Book Covered In Fake Fur.

At That Moment I Was Sure. That I Belonged In My Skin. That My Organs Were Mine And My Eyes Were Mine And My Ears, Which Could Only Hear The Silence Of This Night And My Faint Breathing, Were Mine, And I Loved Them And What They Could Do.

She Felt Some Measure Of Relief Knowing That In The Very Least, On The Open Road She Would Have Some Time To Think.

When You Adapt A Book, You Really Have To Cut It To The Essence.

We Are The Bright New Stars Born Of A Screaming Black Hole, The Nascent Suns Burst From The Darkness, From The Grasping Void Of Space That Folds And Swallows--a Darkness That Would Devour Anyone Not As Strong As We. We Are Oddities, Sideshows, Talk Show Subjects. We Capture Everyone's Imagination.