Security And Safety Were The Reward Of

I've Never Had Any Desire To Be Good. I Don't Like Goodness Particularly.

If Jealousy Was The Vindaloo Of Love, I'd Imagined Her Tongue Burning, And Such A Fire Forcing Her To Spill Her Truth.

Love Cannot Be Measured By Its Duration.

But You're Beautiful, And The Beautiful Should Be Given Whatever They Want." "hey, What About The Ugly Ones?" "the Ugly Ones." She Poked Her Tongue Out. "it's Their Fault If Their Ugly. They're To Be Blamed, Not Pitied.

And Silence, Like Darkness, Can Be Kind; It, Too, Is A Language.