Sarcasm... The Protest Of Those Who Are

What I Mean Is, I Love Winter, And When You Really Love Something, Then It Loves You Back, In Whatever Way It Has To Love.

Young People In My Generation Were Sort Of In Lockstep, And It Wasn't Just The '40s, Either. In The '30s And In The '50s It Was The Same. No One Ever Dropped Out Unless He Got Sick Or Got Kicked Out.

Teenagers Today Are More Free To Be Themselves And To Accept Themselves.

Peace Is Indivisible, And The Surrounding World Confusion Found No Reflection Inside Me.

It Was Demeaning To Scrape Affection From Virtually Everyone You Encountered. That Was Immature.