What Is Any Of This To Us?

Hope Is A Punishable Offense. The Verdict Is Always Death; One More Death Of The Heart.

No One Is Ever Ordinary.

I Think Of Myself As A Storyteller, And That Is It.

I Hate The Way, Once You Start To Know Someone, Care About Them, Their Behavior Can Distress You, Even When It's Unreasonable And Not Your Fault, Even If You Were Really Trying To Be Careful, Tactful.

We Need The Expressive Arts, The Ancient Scribes, The Storytellers, The Priests.