A Man Who Can Beat The Horses

The Writing Of Some Men Is Like A Vast Bridge That Carries You Over The Many Things That Claw And Tear. The Wine Of Forever

The Apartment Was Built At The Edge Of A High Cliff So That When You Looked Out The Back Window It Seemed As If You Were Twelve Floors Up Instead Of Four. It Was Very Much Like Living On The Edge Of The World - A Last Resting Place Before The Final Big Drop.

Dying In A A War Never Stopped Wars From Happening.

I'm Not The Cruel Type, But They Are, And That's The Secret.

I Often Stood In Front Of The Mirror Alone, Wondering How Ugly A Person Could Get.