Suburb: A Place That Isn't City, Isn't

We Are Seldom Happy With What We Now Have, But Would Go To Pieces If We Lost Any Part Of It.

How Tired God Must Be Of Guilt And Loneliness, For That Is All We Ever Bring To Him.

Nobody Knows The Trouble We've Seen-but We Keep Trying To Tell Them.

It's Innocence When It Charms Us, Ignorance When It Doesn't.

Men Who Don't Like Girls With Brains Don't Like Girls.