There's Nothing In The Human

If A Person Who Indulges In Gluttony Is A Glutton, And A Person Who Commits A Felony Is A Felon, Then God Is An Iron.

There's Nothing In The Human Heart Or Mind, No Place No Matter How Twisted Or Secret, That Can't Be Endured - If You Have Someone To Share It With.

She Danced Because She Needed To. She Needed To Say Things Which Could Be Said In No Other Way, And She Needed To Take Her Meaning And Her Living From The Saying Of Them.

We Did Make Use, From Time To Time, Of Candles, Neckties, Scarves, Shoelaces, A Little Water-color Paintbrush, Her Hairbrush, Butter, Whipped Cream, Strawberry Jam, Johnson’s Baby Oil, My Swedish Hand Vibrator, A Fascinating Bead Necklace She Had, Miscellaneous Common Household Items, And Every Molecule Of Flesh That Was Exposed To Air Or Could Be Located With Strenuous Search.

Shared Joy Is Increased, Shared Pain Is Lessened.