If Sinners Where So Unhappy, Why Would

If Evil Means To Be Self-motivated, To Be The Center Of One’s Own Universe, To Live On One’s Own Terms, Then Every Artist, Every Thinker, Every Original Mind, Is Evil.

Don't Turn Over The Rocks If You Don't Want To See The Pale Creatures Who Live Under Them.

Echo, The Death Of A Sound That Had Nowhere To Go But To Come Back.

You Were My Home, Mother. I Had No Home But You

Reading Love Junkie Is Like Watching A Sleepwalker Taking A Stroll On A Freeway. All You Can Do Is Pray. Gorgeously Written, Piercingly Honest.