Freedom was the price of privacy.

There were once two sisterswho were not afriad of the darkbecause the dark was full of the other's voiceacross the room,because even when the night was thickand starlessthey walked home together from the riverseeing who could last the longestwithout turning on her flashlight,not afraidbecause sometimes in the pitch of nightthey'd lie on their backsin the middle of the pathand look up until the stars came backand when they did,they'd reach their arms up to touch themand did.

I am a dead man alive.

Darkness promotes speech.

Let Death Bless Me With You

Darkness became her world...

I am not compatible with life.

Shame comes in different doses.

In the darkness, fear my light.

The trap had a ghastly perfection

A mind can bleed a heart to death.

Hope is the privilege of the weak.

Night had come and eaten everything.

Quiet people have the loudest minds.

Vengeance was one hell of a roommate.