Love Requited Is A Short Circuit.

If There Is One Question I Dread, To Which I Have Never Been Able To Invent A Satisfactory Reply, It Is The Question What Am I Doing.

Words Are All We Have.

I Tried To Groan, Help! Help! But The Tone That Came Out Was That Of Polite Conversation.

I Shall State Silences More Competently Than Ever A Better Man Spangled The Butterflies Of Vertigo.

If I Was Dead, I Wouldn't Know I Was Dead. That's The Only Thing I Have Against Death. I Want To Enjoy My Death.