No Amount Of Promises Can

Nothing Can Be Repaired Or Advanced But Only Accepted

But You're Beautiful, And The Beautiful Should Be Given Whatever They Want." "hey, What About The Ugly Ones?" "the Ugly Ones." She Poked Her Tongue Out. "it's Their Fault If Their Ugly. They're To Be Blamed, Not Pitied.

For Mum, Life Was Fundamentally Hell. You Went Blind, You Got Raped, People Forgot Your Birthday, Nixon Got Elected, Your Husband Fled With A Blonde From Beckenham, And Then You Got Old, You Couldn't Walk And You Died.

Soon We Will Be Strangers. No, We Can Never Be That. Hurting Someone Is An Act Of Reluctant Intimacy. We Will Be Dangerous Acquaintances With A History.

What A Quality Of Innocence People Have When They Don't Expect To Be Harmed.