For always in her there was a dark place full of despair and a great dividing force to make meaning because there was none.
We are predators, whose all-seeing eyes were meant to give them detachment.
The human heart is my school.
He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy.
Our language needs endless synonyms for beautiful; the eyes could see what the tongue cannot possibly describe.
You were the vampire in my dream. My perfect one.