Nothing Made Me Happen. I Happened.

I Have No Interest In Understanding Sheep, Only Eating Them.

We Can Only Learn So Much And Live.

But The Face On The Pillow, Rosy In The Firelight, Is Certainly That Of Clarice Starling, And She Sleeps Deeply, Sweetly, In The Silence Of The Lambs.

I Am The Dragon, And You Call Me Insane.

And Be Grateful. Our Scars Have The Power To Remind Us That The Past Was Real.