Something To Remember, That: Cats For Missiles.

Oh How I Hate People!

His Was Not The Hatred That Arises Suddenly Like A Storm And As Suddenly Abates. It Was, Once The Initial Shock Of Anger And Pain Was Over, A Calculated Thing That Grew In A Bloodless Way.

Yet Not With All Of Me Am I In Love. Too Much Of My Own Quietness Is With Me.

For Death Is Life. It Is Only Living That Is Lifeless.

He Saw In Happiness The Seeds Of Independence, And In Independence The Seeds Of Revolt.