Love Requires Context.

The Soul May Not Be Destroyed. The Soul Goes On Forever. Like The Number Pi, It Is Without Cessation Or Conclusion. Like Pi It Is A Constant. Pi Is An Irrational Number, Incapable Of Being Made Into A Fraction, Impossible To Divide From Itself. So, Too, The Soul Is An Irrational, Indivisible Equation That Perfectly Expresses One Thing: You.

She Liked Things That Had Been Written By People Who Had Lived Short, Ugly, And Tragic Lives. Or, Who At Least, Were English.

When You Think About It, Most Of The Good Ideas Came Along To Make Sin A Whole Lot Easier.

Horror Was Rooted In Sympathy . . . In Understanding What It Would Be Like To Suffer The Worst.

Innocence Ain’t All It’s Cracked Up To Be, You Know. Innocent Little Kids Rip The Wings Off Flies, Because They Don’t Know Any Better. That’s Innocence