Honesty, For Me, Is Usually The Worst

The Kiss Became The Narrowed Center Of The Still Point Of The Turning World, So That Even The Park Was Turning In Comparison To The Still Peace At Their Lips.

He Loved Possessions, Not Masses Of Them, But A Select Few That He Did Not Part With.they Gave A Man Self-respect. Not Ostentation But Quality, And The Love That Cherished The Quality. Possessions Reminded Him That He Existed, And Made Him Enjoy His Existence. It Was As Simple As That. And Wasn' T That Worth Something? He Existed.

Everything Human Is Alien To Me.

Perhaps It Was Freedom Itself That Choked Her.

Honestly, I Don't Understand Why People Get So Worked Up About A Little Murder!