The Wolf Writter

Friendship wasn't the sort of thing you could force your way into. Try to get close, and the other person might push you away. Then everything would get complicated.

"I wonder whether you feel as strangely draw towards me as I do to you."

If I had never lived, that which I love had still been living; had I never loved...

Then, like a chorus, the passion deepened. Some greater interest was at stake; some mightier cause that ever yet the sword had pleaded, or trumpet had proclaimed.

I shed tears, and muse with myself at the mysterious dispensation which so suddenly and so critically separated us forever.

I seemed every night to decend, not metaphorically but literally to decend, into chasms and sunless abysses, depths below depths, from which it seemed hopeless that I could ever reascend.

Monsters couldn't harm you if you were a monster, too.