The Dream Didn't Fade As Dreams Usually

It Was Always A Pleasure To Write. I Can Never Think Of A Time When I Just Hacked Something Out To Fulfil A Contract Or Meet A Deadline. I Might Have Hacked Things Out, But It Was Always Stuff I Loved.

I Don't Have Nightmares; I Give Them All To You.

The Town Kept Its Secrets, And The Marsten House Brooded Over It Like A Ruined King.

The Unconscious Mind Writes Poetry If It's Left Alone.

I've Given Up Thinking - It Keeps Getting Me Into Trouble.