Death Cures All Ills. Well, Most Of

When I Was Younger, I'd Wanted Someone To Promise Me That Things Would Work Out And Nothing Bad Would Ever Happen Again. But I Understood Now That That Was A Child's Wish. No One Could Promise That. No One. The Grown-ups Could Try, But They Couldn't Promise, Not And Mean It.

He's No More Human Than I Am, Ma Petite." At Least I'm Not Dead." That Can Be Remedied.

There's Only So Much Emotional Super Glue In A Person's Soul, That Everything Just Stays Broken.

One Of The Good Things About Being A Woman Is That My Level Of Testosterone Poisoning Is Lower Than Most Men's.

In Chains And Darkness, Wherefore Should I Stay, And Mourn In Prison, While I Keep The Key.