We Get So Caught Up In What

Self-consciousness Is Really A Form Of Egotism.

Life Is Accepting What Is And Working From That.

Old As She Was, She Still Missed Her Daddy Sometimes.

There's Something Hypocritical About A City That Keeps Half Of Its Population Underground Half Of The Time; You Can Start Believing That There's Much More Space Than There Really Is-to Live, To Work.

Contempt Mates Well With Pity.