The moon that rose over New Orleans then still rises.
Spiderwebs broken and torn in a wind that is indifferent to their beauty.
I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of love.-Marius.
For always in her there was a dark place full of despair and a great dividing force to make meaning because there was none.
An actor said at one point that evil was a necessity. It was food for genius.
I understand, I am just beginning, I am just beginning to understand.