The Bitterness Of Joy Lies In The

Hope Is A Punishable Offense. The Verdict Is Always Death; One More Death Of The Heart.

I Hate The Way, Once You Start To Know Someone, Care About Them, Their Behavior Can Distress You, Even When It's Unreasonable And Not Your Fault, Even If You Were Really Trying To Be Careful, Tactful.

He Sat By Her, Watching Every Gesture She Made, As If He Would Paint Her Portrait Afterward.

I've Been Criticised For Writing In Too Complex A Manner For Younger People.

In The Greater Part Of Humankind There Resides An Instinct For Survival. It Is This Which Can Clutch At Straws And Effect A Rescue From Them. It Is This Which Can, Now And Then, Outwit Fate.