The Child Lives In The Book; But

Solitary And Farouche People Don't Have Relationships; They Are Quite Unrelatable.

There's Something So Showy About Desperation, It Takes Hard Wits To See It's A Grandiose Form Of Funk.

Habit Is Not Mere Subjugation, It Is A Tender Tie; When One Remembers Habit It Seems To Have Been Happiness.

Fate Is Not An Eagle, It Creeps Like A Rat.

All Good Dialogue Perhaps Deals With Something Unprecedented.