In The End We All Come To

He Can Give Me What You Cannot. Death Is Not A Lover. Oh Yes, He Is.

She Said That These Were Things All Women Knew Yet Seldom Spoke Of. Lastly She Said That If Women Were Drawn To Rash Men It Was Only That In Their Secret Hearts They Knew That A Man Who Would Not Kill For Them Was Of No Use At All.

Your Heart's Desire Is To Be Told Some Mystery. The Mystery Is That There Is No Mystery.

People Apparently Only Read Mystery Stories Of Any Length. With Mysteries, The Longer The Better, And People Will Read Any Damn Thing. But The Indulgent, 800-page Books That Were Written A Hundred Years Ago Are Just Not Going To Be Written Anymore, And People Need To Get Used To That.

There Is No Later. This Is Later.