Quote by Andrea Cote

“I come from fear I feed you dread, I break the bread of shivers among your poor. I hear boards creaking scratched by some perverse animal. I step into the dark I sit in the midst of its dense back. Sitting there I ask to hear your cruelest of stories. I welcome terror, that somber bull, I fight for your name held in his jaws. I taste the fruit whose coarse skin is eaten by beasts who’ve never tasted honey. There’s no more bitter food than the fruit of love traversed by doubt.”

Quote by Andrea Cote