Every Present Anger Derives From Past Weakness.

I Hated The Words. Each One Was Like A Big Live Insect In My Mouth.

We Go To The Past To Lay The Blame - Since The Past Can't Argue. We Go To Our Past Selves To Account For Our Present Miseries.

You Love Life Because Life's All There Is.

My Parents Believe In The Happy Endings To The Stories Of Their Children.

I'm In Love, Truly, Madly, Deeply In Love With Perception.