I can remember being home from school with tonsillitis and writing stories in bed to pass the time.
I was built with a love of the night and the unquiet coffin.
People who try hard to do the right thing always seem mad.
A woman who would steal your love when your love was really all you had to give was not much of a woman.
Love, the simplest, strongest, and most unforgiving of all emotions.
Even when love isn't enough...somehow it is.