Evil Would Always Come To Me Disguised

The Fruit Tasted Foreign But Indigenous, Like Sunlight A Tree Had Changed Through Patience.

I Can't Pass A Bookstore Without Slipping Inside, Looking For The Next Book That Will Burn My Hand When I Touch Its Jacket, Or Hand Me Over A Promissory Note Of Such Immense Power That It Contains The Formula That Will Change Everything About Me.

Writing Has Never Been That Simple For Me.

There Is No Downside To Winning. It Feels Forever Fabulous.

Love Had Always Issued Out Of The Places That Hurt The Most.