Just The Perfect Touch Of Rebellion," Says

Fine. Somebody Else Can Arrange To Get The Stupid Goat Knocked Up.

If You Are Not Trying To Hold On To Time, You Are Not So Afraid Of Losing It.

It Means Thanks, It Means Admiration, It Means Good-bye To Someone You Love.

You Don’t Forget The Face Of The Person Who Was Your Last Hope.

Sometimes, When I Clean A Kill, I Feed Buttercup The Entrails. He Has Stopped Hissing At Me. Entrails. No Hissing. This Is The Closest We Will Ever Come To Love.