“ But Marchent, most journalists can’t be trusted. You do know that, don’t you? ”
Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.
~ Anne Rice
It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.
The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.
I was good and bad, but never wicked.
