Nature Is Honest, We Aren't; We Embalm

Every Tiny Part Of Us Cries Out Against The Idea Of Dying, And Hopes To Live Forever.

It So Difficult To Know What The People We Love Really Need.

Murderers, In General, Are People Who Are Consistent, People Who Are Obsessed With One Idea And Nothing Else.

A Long Association-prolonged Human Contact, When A Man And Woman Live Together-this Ends Up Producing A Sort Of Rot, A Poison.

There Is No Forgiveness In Nature.