I Find It Satisfying And Intellectually Stimulating

We're All Strange Inside. We Learn How To Disguise Our Differences As We Grow Up.

Was Love Then Like A Bag Of Assorted Sweets Passed Around From Which One Might Choose More Than Once? Some Might Sting The Tongue, Some Invoke Night Perfume. Some Had Centers As Bitter As Gall, Some Blended Honey And Poison, Some Were Quickly Swallowed. And Among The Common Bull's-eyes And Peppermints A Few Rare Ones; One Or Two With Deadly Needles At The Heart, Another That Brought Clam And Gentle Pleasure. Were His Fingers Closing On That One?

It's Easier To Die If Others Around You Are Dying.

A Spinning Coin, Still Balanced On Its Rim, May Fall In Either Direction.

All The Travelin I Ever Done Is Going Around The Coffeepot Looking For The Handle.