What Molds Us Is What Maims Us.

This World Can Only Give Me Reminders Of What I Don't Have, Can Never Have, Didn't Have For Long Enough.

The Brain Controls Pain. It Controls Fear. Sleep. Empathy. Hunger. Everything We Associate With The Heart Or The Soul Or The Nervous System Is Actually Controlled By The Brain. Everything. What If You Could Control It?

I Believe So Deeply In The Primacy Of Language, In Lifting Your Prose To The Highest Level You're Capable Of And Making Your Words Symphonic.

In Greek Tragedy, They Fall From Great Heights. In Noir, They Fall From The Curb.

Your First Family Is Your Blood Family And You Always Be True To That. That Means Something. But There's Another Family And That's The Kind You Go Out And Find. Maybe Even By Accident Sometimes. And They're As Much Blood As Your First Family. Maybe More So, Because They Don't Have To Look Out For You And They Don't Have To Love You. They Choose To.