. . . Harboring An Emotion As

We Spend Our Life Building Higher Fences And Stronger Locks, When The Gravest Dangers Are Already Inside

There's A Problem With Marrying Up. You Always Worry That Someday They'll See Through You And Leave. Or, Worse Yet, Someone Better Will Come Along And Take Her. In My Case, It Wasn't Someone. And It Wasn't Something Better.

It Is In The Darkest Skies That Stars Are Best Seen.

I Believe That In Spite Of The Chains We Bind Ourselves With, There's A Primordial Section Of The Human Psyche That Is Still Nomadic And Still Yearns To Roam Free.

Roses Can Grow In Slums Just As Weeds Can Grow Around Mansions.