I never actually plan sequels. They demand to be done.
I'd like to cry now. Don't know how.
Not even Carol knows firsthand how it feels to be hurt in such a way by someone who's supposed to protect you
The universe is a big place. If I was lost up there, how would you ever find me
Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It's the essence of beauty. The essence of pain. It pleases the eye and the ear.
Funny how when your life is mostly bullshit, you turn off feeling. Sometimes it's hard to turn it back on again.