Music’s a wood you walk through.
Implausible truth can serve one better than plausible fiction
The her that lived in her looked out through her eyes, through my eyes, and at the me that lives in me.
How could I know a famished heart will eat its mind? Can kill its body?
Anticipating the end of the world is humanity's oldest passtime
Faith, the least exclusive club on Earth, has the craftiest doorman.