You Know You're In Love When You

I Wish You Joy Of Your Unhappiness, Since You Cling To It So.

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.

I Am No Longer In Love, But I Still Have My Jealousy.

Minds Will Wander Even During The Last Judgment.

Self-pity Dries Up Our Sympathy For Others.