...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you...

... only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane...

...in my dream the shadings of your soul are the dark tincture of rain...

...you can have a dark heart and be a writer, but you can't have a black one..

...goodness is not the absence of evil - it's the light that pushes back the darkness...

...Sunday evenings are heavier than clouds with rain, darker too and often interminable...

...we fear monsters because we fear the dark parts of ourselves...

...cities are murky places - hatching grounds for monsters...