It Don't Matter If You Believe In

This Is How A Man Looks When He's Deciding That The Risk Of Death Is Better Than The Risk Of Change.

How Many Times, Over How Many Years, Had He—a Grown Man—asked For The Mercy Of Another Chance? He Was Suddenly So Sick Of Himself, So Revolted, That He Could Have Groaned Aloud.

I'm One Of Those People Who Doesn't Really Know What He Thinks Until He Writes It Down.

He Smiles A Lot. But I Think There Might Be Worms Inside Him Making Him Smile.

Nothing Is Ever Lost, Sarah. Nothing That Can't Be Found.