I Like To Dissect Girls. Did You

Fear Never Shows Up And The Party Ends Early.

All Of My Books Come From Pain.

The Better You Look, The More You See.

I Don't Know Why I Write What I Write.

I Kept Staring Into The Blackness Of The Woods, Drawn Into The Darkness As I Always Had Been. I Suddenly Realized How Alone I Was. (but This Is How You Travel, The Wind Whispered Back, This Is How You've Always Lived.)