It Occured To Starling How

Life's Too Slippery For Books, Clarice; Anger Appears As Lust, Lupus Presents As Hives.

Gratitude’s Got A Short Half-life, Clarice.

The Tragedy Is Not To Die, But To Be Wasted.

It's Hard To Have Anything Isn't It? Rare To Get It, Hard To Keep It. This Is A Damn Slippery Planet.

I Think It's Easy To Mistake Understanding For Empathy - We Want Empathy So Badly. Maybe Learning To Make That Distinction Is Part Of Growing Up. It's Hard And Ugly To Know Somebody Can Understand You Without Even Liking You.