People Are Afraid To Merge.

I Have All The Characteristics Of A Human Being: Blood, Flesh, Skin, Hair; But Not A Single, Clear, Identifiable Emotion, Except For Greed And Disgust. Something Horrible Is Happening Inside Of Me And I Don't Know Why. My Nightly Bloodlust Has Overflown Into My Days. I Feel Lethal, On The Verge Of Frenzy. I Think My Mask Of Sanity Is About To Slip.

Look How Black The Sky Is, The Writer Said. I Made It That Way.

Not Being Able To Find Meaning Can Be Just As Powerful As Finding Meaning.

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

Women Aren't Very Bright," Rip Says. "studies Have Been Done.