The future is a strange monster. The less there is of it, the more it frightens.

We girls aren't supposed to fall for the good boys.We are supposed to like a bit of grit in our oyster.That's how you get a pearl, after all.

I will endure until the stars wink out & the very last trace of heat ebbs from the cosmos & there is nothing but eternal icy nothingness

The future is a strange monster. The less there is of it, the more it frightens.