So what I'd really like is to try and conceal him somewhere safe, then go hunt, and come back and collect him. But I have a feeling his ego isn't going to go for that suggestion.

If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it.

What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy.

As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.

Exactly how am I supposed to work in a thank-you in there? Somehow it just won't seem sincere if I'm trying to slit his throat.

Poison. The perfect weapon for a snake.

This perplexing, good natured boy who can spin out lies so convincingly to be hopelessly in love with me ... and I admit it there are moments when he makes me believe it myself.