Silence Is The Tortured Man's Revenge.

I Don't Know What Frightens Me More

Love Is A One-way Street. Love, Like Respect Isn't Something You Get; It's Something You Give

But In A Way You Can Say That After Leaving The Sea, After All Those Millions Of Years Of Living Inside Of The Sea, We Took The Ocean With Us. When A Woman Makes A Baby, She Gives It Water, Inside Her Body, To Grow In. That Water Inside Her Body Is Almost Exactly The Same As The Water Of The Sea. It Is Salty, By Just The Same Amount. She Makes A Little Ocean, In Her Body. And Not Only This. Our Blood And Our Sweating, They Are Both Salty, Almost Exactly Like The Water From The Sea Is Salty. We Carry Oceans Inside Of Us, In Our Blood And Our Sweat. And We Are Crying The Oceans, In Our Tears.

There Is Nothing So Depressing As Good Advice, And I Will Be Pleased If You Do Not Inflict It Upon Me. Frankly, I Am Shocked At You. You Must Know This, Surely? Some Years Ago I Suffered Such An Offensively Gratuitous Piece Of Good Advice That I Was Depressed For Six Months Afterward. It Was A Very Close Call - I Almost Never Recovered.

The Choking Humidity Makes Amphibians Of Us All, In Bombay, Breathing Water In Air; You Learn To Live With It, And You Learn To Like It, Or You Leave.