All The Seven Deadly Sins

While A Few Pertinent Points Have To Be Marked, The General Impression I Desire To Convey Is Of A Side Door Crashing Open In Life's Full Flight, And A Rush Of Roaring Black Time Drowning With Its Whipping Wind The Cry Of Lone Disaster.

My Little Cup Brims With Tiddles.

You See, She Had Absolutely Nowhere Else To Go.

He Was Afraid Of Touching His Own Wrist. He Never Attempted To Sleep On His Left Side, Even In Those Dismal Hours Of The Night When The Insomniac Longs For A Third Side After Trying The Two He Has.

A Work Of Art Has No Importance Whatever To Society. It Is Only Important To The Individual.