What a joy it is to dance and sing!
Hope for the best, expect the worst.
Losing their names, these things underwent a process of uncreation.
Stars on our door, stars in our eyes, stars exploding in the bits of our brains where the common sense should have been
Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.
Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different!