People Who Are Isolated Interest Me, Whether

I'm Ruined Beyond Repair, Is What I Fear...and If So, In Time We'd Both Be Wretched And Bitter." "i Know People Can Be Mended. Not All, And Some More Immediately Than Others. But Some Can Be. I Don't See Why Not You." "why Not Me?

I've Never Been Very Attached To Genre Labels And Never Set Out Intentionally To Write Historic Fiction. Besides, What You Consider Historic Depends On How Far Back Your Memory Extends.

But I Believe The Words Entered Me And Changed Me And Still Work In Me. The Words Eat Me And Sustain Me. And When I'm Dead And In A Box In The Dark Dark Ground, And All My Various Souls Have Died And I Am Nothing But Insensible Bones, Something In The Marrow Will Still Feel Yearning, Desire Persisting Beyond Flesh.

What You Have Lost Will Not Be Returned To You; It Always Be Lost. You’re Left With Only Your Scars To Mark The Void. All You Can Choose To Do Is Go On, Or Not. But If You Go On, It’s Knowing You Carry Your Scars With You.

Disease Is Nature's Revenge For Our Destructiveness.