Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.
I'm a Spalding Gray in a Rick Dees world.
Marge, when I join an underground cult I expect a little support from my family.
Look now how mortals are blaming the gods, for they say that evils come from us, but in fact they themselves have woes beyond their share because of their own follies.
I want to be alone with my thought.
My life is more to me than all the wealth of Ilius