Women Were Like Rivers, Their Banks Were

Women Were Like Rivers, Their Banks Were Unreachable, The Night Often Rang With The Cries Of The Drowned.

We Only Really Face Up To Ourselves When We Are Afraid.

The Art We Need Is The Art Of Bearing The Unbearable.

We Can Only Exist By Taking Our Minds Off The Fact That We Exist

Arrogance Is An Utterly Appropriate Weapon To Use Against A Hostile World, A World In Which Arrogance Is Feared And Respected, Even If, Like Mine, It's Only Feigned.