There Are Honest People In The World,

There Are No Happy Endings, Because Nothing Ends.

I Know How To Live Here, I Know How Everything Smells, And Tastes, And Is. What Could I Ever Search For In The World, Except This Again?

Unicorn. Old French, Unicorne. Latin, Unicornis. Literally, One-horned: Unus, One And Cornu,a Horn. A Fabulous Animal Resembling A Horse With One Horn.

Walking By Yourself In The Rain Is For College Kids Who Think Loneliness Makes Poets.

I Am Afraid! It Is Not Starving I Fear, Or Talking To People, Or Even Being Alone. But I Cannot Bear To Be Useless And Ineffectual. There Must Be Some Meaning To Me, If Not To My Life; There Must Surely Be Some Purpose That Has My Name Written On It. If This Is Not So, If I Am Deceiving Myself About This Too, Then Why Should I Want To Become Real? What Reason Have I To Live Anywhere?