Wherever There's Hope There's A Trial.

The Rain That Fell On The City Runs Down The Dark Gutters And Empties Into The Sea Without Even Soaking The Ground

Her Cry Was The Saddest Sound Of Orgasm That I Had Ever Heard.

Being Alive, If You Had To Define It, Meant Emitting A Variety Of Smells.

The Strength I'm Looking For Isn't The Type Where You Win Or Lose. I'm Not After A Wall That'll Repel Power Coming From Outside. What I Want Us The Kind Of Strength To Be Able To Absorb That Kind Of Power, To Stand Up To It.the Strength To Quietly Endure Things - Unfairness, Misfortunes, Sadness, Mistakes, Misunderstandings.

The Problem Was, I Think, That The Places I Fit In Were Always Falling Behind The Rimes.