When We Speak Of The Morrow Nothing

I Have An Instinctual Distrust Of Conventional Happy Endings.

When The Sun Has Set, No Candle Can Replace It.

A Man Agrees With God As A Raindrop Agrees With The Storm

The Eunuch Had Looked Death In The Face, So Near He Might Have Kissed Her On The Lips.

...and When You’ve Known Me Longer, You’ll Learn That I Mean Everything I Say.” “even The Lies?” “especially The Lies.