We No More Forget The Faces Of

There Must Be A Routine To Life, A Framework To Hang Life On. Routines Were What Kept You Sane, Gave You Something To Do At This Moment And At That, Definite Places To Go, Positive Things To Do. Abandon It And That Way Madness Lies.

Eunice Parchman Killed The Coverdale Family Because She Could Not Read Or Write.

The Knives Of Jealousy Are Honed On Details.

I Think To Be Driven To Want To Kill Must Be Such A Terrible Burden.

We No More Forget The Faces Of Our Enemies Than Of Those We Love.