When I Say "i," I Mean A

It So Difficult To Know What The People We Love Really Need.

Nature Is Honest, We Aren't; We Embalm Our Dead.

It's Perfectly Obvious That Somebody's Responsible And Somebody's Innocent. Otherwise It [justice] Makes No Sense At All.

The Spontaneity Of Slaps Is Sincerity, Whereas The Ceremonial Of Caresses Is Largely Convention.

Memories Are Like Stones, Time And Distance Erode Them Like Acid.