So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here...in my arms.

Words. Borne on the ever swelling current of hatred, like flowers opening in the current, petals peeling back, then falling apart.

For several long moments we remained locked together, and I think I covered her hair with small sacred kisses, her perfume crucifying me with memories.

People who cease to believe in God or goodness altogether still believe in the devil. I don't know why. No, I do indeed know why. Evil is always possible. And goodness is eternally difficult.

Do we have to confess our loves to everyone?" asked Thorne softly. "Can we not keep some secrets?

Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.

Making a film, I've learned, can be an exhausting process, due to the need for backing, distribution, etc.