Wealth Is A Monster. It Takes A

Death Is The Room That Is Always Empty.

I Must Fight With My Weapons. Not His. Not Selfishness And Brutality And Shame And Resentment.

There Comes A Time In Each Life Like A Point Of Fulcrum. At That Time You Must Accept Yourself. It Is Not Any More What You Will Become. It Is What You Are And Always Will Be.

Piers Is Always Going On About How He Hated Stowe. As If That Solves Everything, As If To Hate Something Means It Can't Have Affected You.

Stained Glass, Engraved Glass, Frosted Glass; Give Me Plain Glass.