Repose: The Armistice of a Delusional Youth and Radical Teen-ager
Beside the Actual Point:
I'm an amateur writer, no doubt. I used to want to be a novelist, but now I find myself writing unfinished short stories, paragraphed poetry and wanting to become an artist. My future begins to haze as I even think about it.
When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings. — Dean Jackson