Being In The Library Is So Addictive

Don't Turn Over The Rocks If You Don't Want To See The Pale Creatures Who Live Under Them.

My Hatred Gives Me Strength.

In A Perverse Way, I Was Glad For The Stitches, Glad It Would Show, That There Would Be Scars. What Was The Point In Just Being Hurt On The Inside? It Should Bloody Well Show.

It's Not That He Was Going Nowhere, It's That He'd Already Arrived.

She’s Not As Pretty As You,” I Said “but She’s A Simpler Girl,” My Mother Whispered.