Alan Brennert, Moloka'i Quotes
She already felt dead in everything but name. What remained to be taken from her? She longed to be enfolded, welcomed, into the earth - to breathe no more, love no more, hurt no more
What's it like? Being married?Cold feet. Middle of the night you're sleeping, suddenly, wham, you've got ice cold feet warming themselves on the back of your legs.
Isn't it strange, how one so afraid of contracting a fatal malady...should so earnestly wish for death, as well?
