She Looked, And A Scarlet Butterfly Flew

Madness. I Did Not Get Myself Born To Die. I Have Better Things To Do.

I Held Out My Book. It Was Precious To Me, As Were All The Things I'd Written; Even Where I Despised Their Inadequacy There Was Not One I Would Disown. Each Tore Its Way From My Entrails. Each Had Shortened My Life, Killed Me With Its Own Special Little Death.

Danger And Anger Are Everywhere. Love Is The Rarity, The Gem Buried In The Core Of The Mine, The Outpost Of God.

Flat Or Round, There Has Always Been Hate In The World.

Pirates Have Always Fascinated Me.