Unfortunately It Is The Weak Who Destroy

My Definition Of A Decent Society Is One That First Of All Takes Care Of Its Losers, And Protects Its Weak.

A Dead Man Is The Worst Enemy Alive, I Thought. You Can't Alter His Power Over You. You Can't Alter What You Love Or Owe. And It's Too Late To Ask Him For His Absolution. He Has Beaten You All Ways.

Wives?" She Asked, Interrupting Him. For A Moment, He Had Assumed She Was Tuning To The Novel. Then He Saw Her Waiting, Suspicious Eyes, So He Replied Cautiously, "none Active," As If Wives Were Volcanoes.

The Monsters Of Our Childhood Do Not Fade Away, Neither Are They Ever Wholly Monstrous.

It's Death, That's What I'm Suffering From. The Systematic Encroachment Of The Big D.