Even Pain Pricks To Livelier Living.

How Loud Clocks Can Tick When A Room Is Empty, And One Is Alone!

You Are Ice And Fire The Touch Of You Burns My Hands Like Snow.

All Books Are Either Dreams Or Swords, You Can Cut, Or You Can Drug, With Words.

I Should Like To Bring A Case To Trial: Prosperity Versus Beauty, Cash Registers Teetering In A Balance Against The Comfort Of The Soul.

Can You See Through The Night, Woman, That You Stare So Upon It? Man, What Sparks Do Your Eyes Follow In The Smouldering Darkness?