I Didn't Know The Inner Me Was

Terror Is The Desire To Save Your Own Ass, But Horror Is Rooted In Sympathy.

It Was Like Wondering How Evil Had Come Into The World Or What Happens To A Person After He Dies: An Interesting Philosophical Exercise, But Also Curiously Pointless, Since Evil And Death Happened, Regardless Of The Why And The How And What-it-meant.

Some Things You Didn't Give Away, No Matter How Much You Owed.

What A Blessed If Painful Thing, This Business Of Being Alive.

Who Knows What May Lie Around The Next Corner? There May Be A Window Somewhere Ahead. It May Look Out On A Field Of Sunflowers.