She is a maze where I got lost years ago, and now find the way out. She is the missing map. She is the place that I am.

That's what science is about: seeing the exact same things that other people do, finding the units of measurement with which to describe those things, communicating in the fewest and most precise words available. What could be saner—or more sociable—than that?

I see a woman may be made a fool,  If she had not a spirit to resist.

I believe in whatever gets you throught the night. [...] Night is the hardest time to be alive. For me, anyway. It lasts so long, and four A.M.knows all my secrets.

Written By Poppy Z. Brite

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