To Lie About A Far Country Is

Abstinence Is The Worst Form Of Perversion.

We Breathe Love As We Breathe Air; We Hold It In Ourselves As We Hold Our Thoughts. Nothing More Exists For Us.

We Breathe, Sleep, Drink, Eat, Work And Then Die! The End Of Life Is Death. What Do You Long For? Love? A Few Kisses And You Will Be Powerless. Money? What For? To Gratify Your Desires. Glory? What Coems After It All? Death! Death Alone Is Certain.

It Is The Lives We Encounter That Make Life Worth Living.

Night Was A Very Different Matter. It Was Dense, Thicker Than The Very Walls, And It Was Empty, So Black, So Immense That Within It You Could Brush Against Appalling Things And Feel Roaming And Prowling Around A Strange, Mysterious Horror.