We Know That The Furies Do Not

Death Is Loneliness In Its Purest Form.

Trust Your Happiness And The Richness Of Your Life At This Moment. It Is As True And As Much Yours As Anything Else That Ever Happened To You.

Love Must Be Learned Again And Again... Hate Needs No Instruction, But Waits Only To Be Provoked.

Could She Fall So Low? No, There Were Limits, And She Believed She Still Knew Where Some Of Them Were.

Mexican Writer And Diplomat, "pasado En Claro" ("a Draft Of Shadows") You Learn Something The Day You Die. You Learn How To Die.