“Alike Jean-Baptiste Grenouille... she's in the eternal search,but not for "perfect scent" but the "perfect love"she drinks from deep inside their soulsshe feeds her heartwith feelings and emotions, warm...empthy...she is in search formore...”

“The art of writing is not unlike the act of screaming. A constant flow of otherworldly emotions with tempos high and hymns low. All to amount to some purpose not so loudly spoken: the whisper of change the heart of a writer weeps to reap.”

“Thrown from the garden, she searches for true love. but she needs an heir.”

“May the might be in the light, the beyond of east or west.As the faith lies within a broken bayonet, an ending put best.”

“This being the final say, tomorrow is thought about.The what of tomorrow, the who? The maybe, the if.Should it never come, none, no one but those left would know, know it so.”

“As one door closes another opens some do say, but at times, when panic is born, all doors are blown asunder, hope driven all but fully under, and in the back of young, impressionable minds.”

“And with a new name came the ultimate alleviation of some gross unspoken responsiblity.”