The Heart Of Wisdom Is Tolerance.

I Have To Feel What I'm Writing, Right Down To The Core.

So You Say, With Your Shiny Hair And Pouty Lips - And Those Breasts - Just Wait Till You Start Dropping Whelps, They'll Be At Your Ankles One Day, Big As They Are - Not The Whelps, The Breasts. The Whelps Will Be In Your Hair - No, Not The Shiny Hair On Your Head, Well, Yes, That Hair, But Only As A Manner Of Speech.

You’re Loitering, Citizen.” “actually, I Was Hesitating.

I Was Needed, But I Myself Did Not Need. I Had Followers, But Not Allies, And Only Now Do I Understand The Difference. And It Is Vast.

You Must Dismantle Your Sources, Lest You Do Nothing But Ape The Prejudices Of Others