We would oppose the turning of the planet and refuse the setting of the sun.
There is no faith like the faith of a builder of homes in coastal Louisiana
It was just an idea I had, that it could be cool to have a book covered in fake fur.
We have no choice. We need the communion of souls and only here are they awake.
Why did we do that to Pluto? We had it good with Pluto.
At that moment I was sure. That I belonged in my skin. That my organs were mine and my eyes were mine and my ears, which could only hear the silence of this night and my faint breathing, were mine, and I loved them and what they could do.