It's not the pain I'm afraid of; I know about the pain. What I'm afraid of is the end of this small, sweet dream.
I worry about you Bev. I worry a lot.
In these silences something may rise
Things were going very fast now. Too fast to suit him. Fantasy and reality had merged.
We have once again succeeded in destroying what we could not create.
It's better to be good than evil, but one achieves goodness at a terrific cost.