She Was Not An Adventure, She Was

The Amazing Thing Is That We're Right To Hold Onto Hope. The World May Be Broken But Hope Is Not Crazy.

I Hate The Rich Snots Here With A Fervent Passion I Usually Reserve Only For Dental Work And My Father.

The Miracle And Hope Of Human Consciousness Is That We Can Still Conceive Of Boundlessness.

You Should See It. V For Vendetta I Mean. "i'll Look It Up." No. With Me. At My House. Now

And On The Last Day, The Bad Days Become So Difficult To Recall, Because One Way Or Another, She Had Made A Life Here, Just As I Had. The Town Was Paper, But The Memories Were Not. All The Things I’d Done Here, All The Love And Pity And Compassion And Violence And Spite, Kept Welling Up Inside Me.