Nothing One Does In Bed

For They Had Lived Together Long Enough To Know That Love Was Always Love, Anytime And Anyplace, But It Was More Solid The Closer It Came To Death.

My Most Important Problem Was Destroying The Lines Of Demarcation That Separate What Seems Real From What Seems Fantastic.

Life Is Not What One Lived, But What One Remembers And How One Remembers It In Order To Recount It

Ah, Me, If This Is Love, Then How It Torments.

The Secret Of A Good Old Age Is Simply An Honorable Pact With Solitude.