Now that I knew fear, I also knew it was not permanent. As powerful as it was, its grip on me would loosen. It would pass.

Veils of love which was only hate petrified by longing--that was me.

I spend my time dwelling on revenge and try to deal with the monsters crawling out of the ashes.

my mind ran over scenes of Shesheeb seducing Margaret until I was a wagon dragged by the runaway horses of my jealousy.

Right and wrong were shades of meaning, not sides of a coin.

I spend most of my time writing.

Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.