One Day We'll All Be Dead, And

One Day We'll All Be Dead, And None Of This Will Matter" -the Brightest Star In The Sky.

Slasher Hathaway Marks His Territory By Spending Money. He Might As Well Have Pissed On Her. It Means Nothing.

Why Do We Have Such A Finite Capacity For Pleasure But An Infinite One For Pain?

For Feel-good Fiction To Work, There Has To Be An Element Of Darkness.

I Wished There Was Some Kind Of Switch On My Brain. That I Could Turn It Off In The Same Way That I Could Turn Off The Television. Just Click It Off And Immediately Empty My Mind Of All These Images And Worrying Thoughts. And Simply Leave A Blank Screen. Or If I Could Just Remove My Head And Put It On The Bedside Table And Forget About It Until Morning. And Then Attach It Again When I Needed It.