Grace Only Exists To Be Fallen From.

Life, Like The Boring Drunk At The Office Party, Keeps Seeking You Out, Leaning On You, Killing You With Pointless Yarns And Laughing Bad-breathed In Your Face At Its Own Unfunny Jokes.

Pain Revealed The Paltry Dimensions Of Love. The Paltry Dimensions Of Everything, In Fact, Except Pain.

My Mother Once Told Me She Thought Hell Would Be Nothing More Than Being Given A Glimpse Of God--then Having It Taken Away, Forever.

With Adolescent Egotism And A Lot Of Money One Can Pretty Much Rule The World.

One Day The Ordinariness Will Be Terminally Punctuated By The Extraordinary Full Stop Of Death.