Is Love Supposed To Ruin

Conquered People Tend To Be Witty.

Our Society, Like Decadent Rome, Has Turned Into An Amusement Society, With Writers Chief Among The Court Jesters

At Moments I Dislike Having A Face, A Nose, Lips, Because He Has Them.

Losing A Parent Is Something Like Driving Through A Plate-glass Window. You Didn't Know It Was There Until It Shattered, And Then For Years To Come You're Picking Up The Pieces -- Down To The Last Glassy Splinter.

...i Am Much Better Now At Ambiguities.