Hate Is Always A Clash Between Our

A Corpse Is What's Left After Waking Too Often.

The Slowness Of Time, For A Man Who Knows Nothing Will Happen, Is Brutal.

We Commit Two Wrongs When We Fail To Right A Wrong.

There Is Nothing Fine About Being A Child: It Is Fine, When We Are Old, To Look Back To When We Were Children.

Literature Is A Defense Against The Attacks Of Life. It Says To Life: You Can't Deceive Me. I Know Your Habits, Foresee And Enjoy Watching All Your Reactions, And Steal Your Secret By Involving You In Cunning Obstructions That Halt Your Normal Flow.