Always Let Them Think Of You As

Problems Of Human Behavior Still Continue To Baffle Us, But At Least In The Library We Have Them Properly Filed.

That Sun, That Light Had Faded, And She Had Faded With Them. Now She Was As Grey As The Season Itself.

There Are Moments When You Feel Free, Moments When You Have Energy, Moments When You Have Hope, But You Can't Rely On Any Of These Things To See You Through. Circumstances Do That.

The Self-fulfilled Woman Is Far From Reality.

Fiction Is The Great Repository Of The Moral Sense. The Wicked Get Punished.