Like Species, Couples Die Out Or Evolve.

Where I Came From, The Nights I Had Wandered And Survived Scared Them, And Where I Would Go They Never Imagined.

All Women Are Misfits. We Do Not Fit Into This World Without Amputations.

A New Idea Is Rarely Born Like Venus Attended By Graces. More Commonly It's Modeled Of Baling Wire And Acne. More Commonly It Wheezes And Tips Over.

The Incidence Of Violent Brand-loyalty To One's Own Current Dogma Has Risen.

The Work Of The World Is Common As Mud. Botched, It Smears The Hands, Crumbles To Dust. But The Thing Worth Doing Well Done Has A Shape That Satisfies, Clean And Evident.