Moonlight, White Satin, Roses. A Bride.

Our Fingernails Match Our Toenails, Match Our Lipstick Match Our Rouge...the Habit Of Applying Warpaint Outlasts The Battle.

She Herself Is A Haunted House. She Does Not Possess Herself; Her Ancestors Sometimes Come And Peer Out Of The Windows Of Her Eyes And That Is Very Frightening. From "the Lady Of The Haunted House

It Is, Perhaps, A Better Thing To Be Valued Only As An Object Of Passion Than Never To Be Valued At All.

I Think The Adjective Post-modernist Really Means Mannerist. Books About Books Is Fun But Frivolous.

The Invisible Is Only Another Unexplored Country, A Brave New World.