Slade House

Death’s life’s only guarantee

‘The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven’

Truth has this habit of changing after the fact, too, don’t you find?

Grief’s an amputation, but hope’s incurable haemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed.

You pay an army for a thousand days to use it on one.

TIME IS, TIME WAS, TIME IS NOT.

People are masks, with masks under those masks, and masks under those, and down you go.