Each person feels pain in his own way, each has his own scars.
I can't understand nothingness. I can't understand it and I can't imagine it.
What's nurtured slowly grows well.
Constipation was one of the things she hated most in the world, on par with despicable men who commit domestic violence and narrow-minded religious fundamentalists.
Life doesn't require ideals. It requires standards of action.
You know, the usual story. Once upon a time I was playing my harp by a spring when a fairy appeared out of nowhere, handed me a Beretta Model 92, and told me to shoot the white rabbit over there for target practice.