There Is No Murder. We Make Murder,

He Moves Smoothly And Slowly, Carrying His Concentration Like A Brimming Cup.

In Her Way, She Was A Hard One. Faith In Any Sort Of Natural Justice Was Nothing But A Night Light; She Knew Of That. Whatever She Did, She Would End The Same Way With Everyone Does: Flat On Her Back With A Tube In Her Nose, Wondering, "is This All?

One Quality In A Person Doesn't Rule Out Any Other Quality. They Can Exist Side By Side, Good And Terrible. Socrates Said It A Lot Better.

I Have No Interest In Understanding Sheep, Only Eating Them.

I Ate His Liver With Some Fava Beans And A Nice Chianti