But The Sky Was Never Quite The

As If It Were Our Very Birthright, Which We Could Not Come To Grasp The Meaning Of Until This Time Of Middle Life When We Looked On Only As Many Years Ahead As Already Lay Behind Us.

You Never Know The Palette Of The One You Kill Until The Mind Disgorges Its Finest Colours.

I Never Knew What Life Was Until It Ran Out In A Red Gush Over Any Lips, My Hands!

Perhaps This Is The Only Real Evil Left.

Claudia... You've Been A Very Very Naughty Little Girl.