I Am Coming Back To New York

You Can't Expect A Man In A Dung Heap To Smell Sweet.

Strange Thoughts Brew In Your Heart When You Spend Too Much Time With Old Books

I Put My Hand Out And Wiped The Vomit From His Lips, And Cooed Soothing Words To Him. It Squeezed My Heart To See Him Suffer Like This - But Where My Genuine Concern For Him Ended And Where My Self-interest Began, I Could Not Tell: No Servant Can Ever Tell What The Motives Of His Heart Are. "do We Loathe Our Masters Behind A Facade Of Love - Or Do We Love Them Behind A Facade Of Loathing? "we Are Made Mysteries To Ourselves By The Rooster Coop We Are Locked In.

The Coop Is Guarded From The Inside.

Columbia University, Where I Went To Study In 1993, Insisted Its Undergraduates Learn A Foreign Language, So I Discovered French.