I Live In Constant Fear Of Being

Something Can Only Become An Illusion After Disillusionment. Before That, It Is Something Real. What Caused The Disillusionment? No One Told Me The Print On The Wall Was Just Ink And Paper And Had No Life Of Its Own. At Some Point The Cat Stopped Blinking, And I Stopped Thinking It Could.

At The Center Of Everything We Call 'the Arts,' And Children Call 'play,' Is Something Which Seems Somehow Alive.

We Don't Create A Fantasy World To Escape Reality. We Create It To Be Able To Stay.

Part Of A Horror Movie Has To Be A Bit Fakey For Me To Really Enjoy It. The New Ones Are So Realistic That They Distract Me From The Ride Through The Horror.

In Health We're Doing The Digestive System. We Each Got Assigned A Topic For An Oral Report. I Got The Small Intestine. I Swear To God I Hate My Life.