What Is Pertinent Is The Calmness Of

She Always Wanted To Believe In Things.

We Took Away Your Art Because We Thought It Would Reveal Your Souls. Or To Put It More Finely, We Did It To Prove You Had Souls At All.

It Was Like When You Make A Move In Chess And Just As You Take Your Finger Off The Piece, You See The Mistake You've Made, And There's This Panic Because You Don't Know Yet The Scale Of Disaster You've Left Yourself Open To.

What Is Pertinent Is The Calmness Of That Beauty, Its Sense Of Restraint.

It Didn't Hurt, Did It? When I Hit You?" "sure. Fractured Skull. Concussion, The Lot..." "but Seriously, Kath. No Hard Feelings, Right? I'm Awfully Sorry. I Honestly Am.