Blood May Be Thicker Than

She Hadn't Chosen The Brave Life. She'd Chosen The Small, Fearful One.

I Always Interpret Coincidences As Little Clues To Our Destiny

Maybe Happiness Was Just A Matter Of The Little Upticks- The Traffic Signal That Said "walk" The Second You Go There- And Downticks- The Itch Tag At The Back Of Your Collar- That Happened To Every Person In The Course Of The Day. Maybe Everybody Had The Same Allotted Measure Of Happiness Within Each Day.

It Took The Real Thing To Show You The Size Of Your Delusions.

Sometimes It Is A Relief To Be Invisible