I Have Arranged My Little Life.

The Last Time You Were Happy About Nothing; The First Time You Were Afraid About Nothing. Which Came First?

She Haunted Him, As An Ungenerous Action Haunts One.

A Room Is, After All, A Place Where You Hide From The Wolves. That's All Any Room Is.

If I Was Bound For Hell, Let It Be Hell. No More False Heaven. No More Damned Magic.

I Have Tried," I Said, "but He Does Not Believe Me. It Is Too Late For That Now" (it Is Always Too Late For Truth, I Thought).