There are no incurable ills.
He protected his feelings in walls he imagined, but castles crumble exposing the frightened child.
You can never take the violence back.
Mind you, it’s all bullshit with wine, isn’t it? It’s just f**king vinegar with a fizz, no matter what the tasters say.
What can go wrong will go wrong.
In the early days, you would get skinheads, the Eagles and Black Sabbath playing the same show.