Humiliation, By The Way, Is A Truly

Nature Compensates For Its Mistakes.

Love Was More Than Blind. It Was Deaf And Dumb, Too. It Was Catatonic. It Was Vegetative.

I Get Some Of My Ideas From Watching My Three Daughters, But Most Of Them Come From My Own Memories Of Growing Up. I Can Remember How Romantic I Was, Not Just About Love, But Romance In The Classic Sense - The Romantic Ideals: Of Honor And Truth, Of Loyalty, Sacrifice And Fairness. Those Were The Elements That Made A Story Satisfying To Me.

As Pathetic As It Was, She'd Rather Hold On To The Possibility Of Something Perfect Than Be Hit With The Reality Of Nothing Much.

It's So Trendy, Almost Bleeding To Death. All The Cool Girls Are Doing It.