I Miss It Every Minute, And I

I Wanted To Give You A Victory. But By Their Essential Nature Triumphs Can’t Be Given.

The Real Unforgivable Acts Are Committed By Calm Men In Beautiful Green Silk Rooms, Who Deal Death Wholesale, By The Shipload, Without Lust, Without Anger, Or Desire, Or Any Redeeming Emotion To Excuse Them But Cold Fear Of Some Pretended Future. But The Crimes They Hope To Prevent In That Future Are Imaginary. The Ones They Commit In The Present - They Are Real.

When You Give Each Other Everything, It Becomes An Even Trade. Each Wins All.

One Foot In Front Of The Other, Wasn't That The Grownup Way Of Solving Problems? Surely He Ought To Be A Grownup At His Age.

It Was Never What I Wanted To Buy That Held My Heart's Hope. It Was What I Wanted To Be.