Don't turn over the rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.
Janet FitchLet me tell you a few things about regret. There is no end to it. Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?
Janet FitchSo much wanting and longing, clutching, desiring, passion and hatred and terrible need. Here, death was suitable, there was room for it, the grip of life's relentless urges slackened, replaced by this icy simplicity. This wasnt her death. It was his. That was the sad and honest truth. Though it would stay with her, it would be more like a black onyx heart on a silver chain, worn privately, under her clothes, close to her body, all her life. The guilt, the beauty, everything. It wasnt over, it had only begun. Well ok then, Okay.
Janet Fitch