My days are as long as despair can make them.

Sometimes there's a sort of tear in the veil, and there are people who live in more than one dimension.

My days are as long as despair can make them.

The dizzy rapture of starving. The power of needing nothing. By force of will I make myself the impossible sprite who lives on air, on water, on purity.

Scars are stories, history written on the body

There aren't many people in our history who have so completely surrendered themselves to a mission that they would give up their lives for it.

I can't work out much about myself or what I see in the world around me unless I do it through writing.