Deep, Deep Trouble. Can't Rival The Dead

I Have A Lot Of Respect For Readers Because I'm A Reader. That's How I Got Into Writing.

Her Mind Traveled Crooked Streets And Aimless Goat Paths, Arriving Sometimes At Profundity, Other Times At The Revelations Of A Three-year-old. Throughout This Fresh, If Common, Pursuit Of Knowledge, One Conviction Crowned Her Efforts: ...she Knew There Was Nothing To Fear.

Definitions Belong To The Definers, Not The Defined.

Liberation Means You Don't Have To Be Silenced.

Nobody Loved Her And She Wouldn’t Have Liked It If They Had, She Considered Love A Serious Disability.