You would think such a day would tremble to begin . . .

Life's too slippery for books, Clarice; anger appears as lust, lupus presents as hives.

How seldom we recognize the sound when the bolt of our fate slides home.

And be grateful. Our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real.

I'm doing one of three things: I'm writing. I'm staring out the window. Or I'm writhing on the floor.

The most stable elements, Clarice, appear in the middle of the periodic table, roughly between iron and silver. Between iron and silver. I think that is appropriate for you.

The very air had screams smeared on it. He flinched from the noise in this silent room.