The Constants That I Look For Are

I Was Here On Earth Because I Chose To Be.

When The Beginnings Of Self Destruction Enter The Heart, It Seems No Bigger Than A Grain Of Sand.

I Do Not Understand The Capricious Lewdness Of The Sleeping Mind.

Love With Its Paraphernalia Of Sexuality, Jealousy, Nostalgia And Exaltation Was Easier To Reognize Than Friendship, Which Seemed To Have (excepting Athletic Equipment) No Paraphernalia At All.

I Can't Write Without A Reader. It's Precisely Like A Kiss - You Can't Do It Alone.