Sometimes Survival Is The Worst Alternative There

I Carried Recipes In My Head Like Maps.

Garden Work Clears The Mind.

I Could Do With A Bit More Excess. From Now On I'm Going To Be Immoderate--and Volatile--i Shall Enjoy Loud Music And Lurid Poetry. I Shall Be Rampant.

A Man Who Casts No Shadow Isn't Really A Man At All.

I Liked Her Better For Showing A Little Spirit.