“The dark was hissing and hot and hard with a jagged bone, a cold brutal bone, and hips packed tight. The dark wasn't just at night. The dark was any time, any place; you open your eyes and the dark… — Andrea Dworkin Copy Share Image
I go down to my little hut, where it's tight and dark and warm, and within minutes I can go back to being six or seven or eight again. — Roald Dahl Copy Share Image
