Work And Pray, Live On Hay, Youll

She Just Knew That Even When You Had Nothing, You Still Had Love.

Who Knows What May Lie Around The Next Corner? There May Be A Window Somewhere Ahead. It May Look Out On A Field Of Sunflowers.

The Language Of Sin Was Universal, The Original Esperanto.

She Breathed Deeply Of The Scent Of Decaying Fiction, Disintegrating History, And Forgotten Verse, And She Observed For The First Time That A Room Full Of Books Smelled Like Dessert: A Sweet Snack Made Of Figs, Vanilla, Glue, And Cleverness.

Gold Don't Come Off. What's Good Stays Good No Matter How Much Of A Beating It Takes.