Might as well try to drink the ocean with a spoon as argue with a lover.
What you don’t know, you can’t tell. Or made to tell.
It's hard enough for a person to keep their own socks pulled up, let alone someone else's.
Such an ego simply forbade certain lines of thought.
I write about rats because they scare the hell out of me. I think we tend to write out our phobias.
Sometimes the things presented to us as choices aren't choices at all.