The Great Grey Beast February Had Eaten

No Tears, Please. It's A Waste Of Good Suffering.

Fear Is A Place Where You Just Tell The Truth

Writing About The Unholy Is One Way Of Writing About What Is Sacred.

Study Nothing Except In The Knowledge That You Already Knew It. Worship Nothing Except In Adoration Of Your True Self. And Fear Nothing Except In The Certainty That You Are Your Enemy's Begetter And Its Only Hope Of Healing.

Perhaps Sunlight Had Always Been Luminous, And Doorways Signs Of Greater Passage Than That Of One Room To Another. But She’d Not Noticed It Until Now.