The Writer's Job Is To Tell The

Life Breaks All Of Us But Some Of Us Get Stronger In The Broken Places.

There Are Many Who Do Not Know They Are Fascists But Will Find It Out When The Time Comes.

He Was Just A Coward And That Was The Worst Luck Any Many Could Have.

It's A Town You Come To For A Short Time.

This Was The Price You Paid For Sleeping Together. This Was The End Of The Trap. This Was What People Got For Loving Each Other.