...i Am Much Better Now

The Terms Which, In His Inmost Heart, Each Man Knows. As I Know Mine. As All Know. For That Is The Truth Of It — That We All Know, God, That We Know, That We Know, We Know, We Know.

It Seems, After All That There Are No Nonpeculiar People.

"what Do Women Want?" "they Eat Green Salad And Drink Human Blood."

Losing A Parent Is Something Like Driving Through A Plate-glass Window. You Didn't Know It Was There Until It Shattered, And Then For Years To Come You're Picking Up The Pieces -- Down To The Last Glassy Splinter.

You Have To Fight For Your Life. That's The Chief Condition On Which You Hold It.