She Feared The Unknown As We All

We Live As We Dream - Alone. While The Dream Disappears, The Life Continues Painfully.

You Know I Hate, Detest, And Can't Bear A Lie, Not Because I Am Straighter Than The Rest Of Us, But Simply Because It Appals Me. There Is A Taint Of Death, A Flavour Of Mortality In Lies - Which Is Exactly What I Hate And Detest In The World - What I Want To Forget.

One Can't Live With One's Finger Everlastingly On One's Pulse.

There Is Something Haunting In The Light Of The Moon.

Going Home Must Be Like Going To Render An Account.