Whatever Is Not An Energy Source, Is

If Sex Is A War, I Am A Conscientious Objector: I Will Not Play.

A Strong Woman Is A Woman At Work, Cleaning Out The Cesspool Of The Ages, And While She Shovels, She Talks About How She Doesn't Mind Crying, It Opens The Ducts Of The Eyes, And Throwing Up Develops The Stomach Muscles, And She Goes On Shoveling With Tears In Her Nose.

We Can Only Know What We Can Truly Imagine. Finally What We See Comes From Ourselves.

Our Wedding Plans Please Everybody As If We Were Fertilizing The Earth And Creating Social Luck.

I Wasn't Afraid Of Being Poor; I Rather Took It For Granted. I Was Good At Getting By With Very Little. I Couldn't Imagine Sacrificing My Writing To Anything Else.