I Couldn't Imagine Owning Beauty Like My

I Understood Why She Did It. At That Moment I Knew Why People Tagged Graffiti On The Walls Of Neat Little Houses And Scratched The Paint On New Cars And Beat Up Well-tended Children. It Was Only Natural To Want To Destroy Something You Could Never Have.

She’s Never Where She Is,' I Said. 'she’s Only Inside Her Head.

You Paid For Every Second Of Beauty You Managed To Steal.

A Cliché Is Like A Coin That Has Been Handled Too Much. Once Language Has Been Overly Handled, It No Longer Leaves A Clear Imprint.

Who Can Judge Another Man's Suffering?