It Really Is Better To Be Lucky

But Of Course, There's No Rest For The Wicked, Which I Certainly Am; As I Said, No Rest For The Wicked.

What A Terrible Thing Life Can Be.

Money To Me Had Always Been Merely Something The Sheep Used To Show Each Other How Wonderful They Were.

I Had Killed Our Careful Relationship By Driving My Tongue Through Its Heart And Pushing It Off A Cliff.

Nothing Else Loves Me, Or Ever Will. Not Even - Especially - Me. I Know What I Am And That Is Not A Thing To Love.