Love Joins And Then Divides. How Else

Let Us Define 'man' As A Poet Perpetually Conspiring Against Himself.

Life Is Like A Cucumber. One Minute It's In Your Hand, The Next It's Up You Ass.

Shyness Has Laws You Can Only Give Yourself; Tragically To Those Who Least Understand.

I Had Become, With The Approach Of Night, Once More Aware Of Loneliness And Time - Those Two Companions Without Whom No Journey Can Yield Us Anything.

Gamblers And Lovers Really Play To Lose.