Life Is A Disease.

How Easy It Was To Make People Happy, When You Didn't Want Or Need Anything From Them.

The Best Antidote I Have Found Is To Yearn For Something. As Long As You Yearn, You Can't Congeal: There Is A Forward Motion To Yearning.

Hope Does Not Necessarily Have To Take An Object.

I Read Constantly. If I Don't Have A Good Book, I'm Beside Myself.

What Did A Few Ripples In The Flesh Matter When, All Too Soon, Now Or Later, That Flesh Would Be Making Its Return Journey To Dust?