Cynicism Is Easy. An Optimist Is A

There Are Rocks Deep Enough In This Earth That No Matter What The Rupture, They Will Never See The Surface. There Is, I Think, A Fear Of Love. There Is A Fear Of Love.

Where Happiness Was Not A Possibility, The Illusion Of It Was Always More Important.

Every Man With His Own Peculiar Vice. His Will Hardly Rock Heaven Or Hell.

One Look At Each Other And It Was Immediately Understood That They Both Needed A Clean Slate,,, The Obliteration Of Memory.

Part Of The Beauty Of Fiction Is That We Come Alive In A Body That We Don't Own.