He Entered The Territory Of Lies Without

Sometimes I Get So Tired Of Trying To Convince Him That I Love Him And Shall Love Him For Ever. He Pounces On My Words Like A Barrister And Twists Them. I Know He Is Afraid Of That Desert Which Would Be Around Him If Our Love Were To End, But He Can't Realise That I Feel Exactly The Same. What He Says Aloud, I Say To Myself Silently And Write It Here.

Death Was Far More Certain Than God.

Pity Is Cruel. Pity Destroys.

We Remember The Details Of Our Story, We Do Not Invent Them.

Hate Is A Lack Of Imagination.