There's a fine edge to new grief, it severs nerves, disconnects reality--there's mercy in a sharp blade. Only with time, as the edge wears, does the real ache begin.

She's evil. Evil, evil, evil. I want to see her naked.

If you think anyone is sane you just don't know enough about them.

He always had a problem with the purity of others. Never his own.

Life is messy. Would that every puzzle piece fell into place, every word was kind, every accident happy, but such is not the case. Life is messy

Like God's own chocolate, I'd lick her shadow off a hot sidewalk

Not unlike the toaster, I control darkness.