Romance Is Tempestuous. Love Is Calm.

After I Have Said What Is Required By My Vanity And My Morality, I May Find A Moment For Truth.

I Am The Center Of The World, But The Control Panel Seems To Be Somewhere Else.

Friends Are Sometimes Boring, But Enemies Never.

Wit: A Whim Followed By A Wham.

I Cling To Depression, Thinking It A Form Of Truth.