Worrying Is As Futile As Boredom, But

Wisdom Is Dead. Long Live Information.

You Gave Me A Significant Look, But Significant Of What?

Victorian Sorrow: The Stars Are Winking In The Sky, But Not For Us.

I Seldom Remember My Father, But I Sneeze And Rub My Nose The Way He Did. I Also Love My Son With Grief And Anger, As He Did.

Arrogance Rides Triumphantly Through The Gates, Barely Glancing At The Old Woman About To Cut The Rope And Spring Shut The Trap.