Love. The Black Hook. The Spear Singing

Now That I Knew Fear, I Also Knew It Was Not Permanent. As Powerful As It Was, Its Grip On Me Would Loosen. It Would Pass.

I Was The Sort Of Kid Who Spent A Sunday Afternoon Prying Little Trees Out Of The Foundation Of His Parents' House. I Should Have Given In To The Inevitable Truth That This Was The Sort Of Person I Would Become, In The End, But I Kept Fighting It.

There Will Never Come A Time When I Will Be Able To Resist My Emotions.

When Every Inch Of The World Is Known, Sleep May Be The Only Wilderness That We Have Left.

The Only Time I See The Truth Is When I Cross My Eyes.