I Was Nervous About Writing Slow Regard.

I Can't Count The Men Who Have Tried To Seduce Me Away From My Virtue By Teaching Me How To Defend It.

Do Not Mistake Me For My Mask. You See Light Dappling On The Water And Forget The Deep, Cold Dark Beneath.

Someone's Parents Have Been Singing Entirely The Wrong Sort Of Songs.

Stories Only Happen To People Who Can Tell Them.

You Lack The Requisite Spine And Testicular Fortitude To Study Under Me.