I have always been suspicious of romantic love. It looks too much like a narcissism shared by two.
The owner of Mojo's was a suicide blonde, dyed by her own hand.
Possession of a secret is no guarantee of its truth.
The dead are the only people to have permanent dwellings.
friendship is love made bearable.
Would it upset men if they found out we weren't different? Are we? Aren't we? Damned if I know.