Eileen Wilks

When you slice the truth too thin, you deceive.

How to put this feeling, this certainty, into something as limited as words?

Belief and hope, it seemed were not the same thing,....

The dead weren__ scary. It was the living you had to watch out for.

Humans were peculiar. They were by turns squeamish and appallingly violent.

People always wanted someone to blame, didn't they?

Fear and bigotry don__ need explaining. They simply are, like traffic jams and taxes.

Religion turned some folks belligerent.

Who wants to feel everything everyone else feels all the time?

That makes about as much sense as lopping off your foot to avoid twisting an ankle.

Death cuts off possibilities. Even if they were possibilities you never meant to act on, it feels differentwhen they__e gone.