“ Love loves anarchy. It loves to wreak havoc. It loves to dance atop the ruins. ”
Chris is a little ashamed of having once fallen for him: it makes him sad how everything changes, how ruthless the heart can be.
~ Paul Russell
Was there anything quite so painful, so fraught with the possibilities of hurt, as gift giving within a family?
Soon would come the night in which there was no more work – not the work of the hands, nor the work of the mind, nor the work of the heart.
Still, for all that, her life had lacked passion. The demons had never come for her.
