She Shrieks Above The Din.

The World Is A Lie...not You And Me.

When She Can't Bring Me To Heal With Scolding, She Bends Me To Shape With Guilt.

One Can Never Go Back. One Always Has To Move Forward.

I Am Creating An Atmosphere! Oh, Unc, We’ve Finally Got Bodies In This Joint! Paying Bodies. We Could Have A Good Racket Going Here.” “i’m Not Interested In A ‘racket.’ I’m An Academic.” “that’s Okay, Unc. I Won’t Hold It Against You.

One Could Argue That It's Romantic To Die For Love. Of Course, Then You're Dead And Unable To Take That Honeymoon Trip To The Alps With All The Other Fashionable Young Couples, Which Is A Shame.