Terror Is The Desire To Save Your

Don't Mourn, Organise

Horror Was Rooted In Sympathy . . . In Understanding What It Would Be Like To Suffer The Worst.

... People Made The Imaginary Real All The Time: Taking The Music They Heard In Their Head And Recording It, Seeing A House In Their Imagination And Building It. Fantasy Was Always Only A Reality Waiting To Be Switched On.

Innocence Ain’t All It’s Cracked Up To Be, You Know. Innocent Little Kids Rip The Wings Off Flies, Because They Don’t Know Any Better. That’s Innocence

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