Terror Is The Desire To Save Your

You Loved Me As Hard As You Knew How. I'd Give Anything To Go Back And Love You Better.

I Didn't Know The Inner Me Was Hungry," I Said To Art. "that's Because It Already Starved To Death.

Sooner Or Later A Black Car Came For Everyone.

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

She'd Thought Love Had Something To Do With Happiness, But It Turned Out They Were Not Even Vaguely Related. Love Was Closer To A Need, No Different From The Need To Eat, To Breathe.