“When you’re five and you hurt, you make a big noise unto the world. At ten you whimper. But by the time you make fifteen you begin to eat the poisoned apples that grow on your own inner tree of pain.”

“Lunacy is when you can’t see the seams where they stitched the world together anymore.”

Furthermore, lunacy is waiting until now to read Stephen King. To make things right, however, I present you my current iBooks population:Side note: make acquaintance of all the Charlie’s you know of. There’s good chance they are psycho. And trust me, you would not want to miss out on that.