“All life is but a skull-bone andA rack of ribs through whichwe keep passing food & fuel-just so's we can burn sofurious beautiful.”

“It was as if we'd pressed ourselves together until his bones passed through mine and we were the same person, ever so briefly.”

“He Himself is the fuel our spirits were designed to burn, or the food our spirits were designed to feed on. There is no other.~C.S. Lewis~”

“It's just life, so keep dancing through.”

“Something breaks under my boot, and I know before I look down what I’ll see. Bones. Human skulls, femurs, ribs. The bones of otherthings as well, things that starved once the humans rotted away. Twisted spines, elongated jaws. Teeth.”

“I once had a lover and his arms were so strong that my skull was crushed in his grip. With his bare hands he plunged between my ribs and took hold of my heart. A wafer between his fingers it dissolved. Sometimes I wake up in the dark and stand in the hall and I can feel the cold draft pass freely through my chest as though there were nothing there.”