Like Love, Grief Fades In And Out.

I Want To Appear Ordinary, But I Have It Understood That I Am Not.

Satire Is Born Of The Cities It Denounces.

Alone, I Am Drunk On My Thoughts; In Company, I Am Sober Again.

The Villain May Be Good Looking, But His Smile Is Never Quite Right.

Beauty Compels Us; Reason Merely Cajoles.