Strangers Are Just Friends Waiting To Happen

Love Is A Sweet Thing Caught A Momentand Held In A Golden Eye.

People Are Not Born Bastards. They Have To Work At It.

I Chose The Shadows; They Did Not Choose Me. I Stay Here Securely Not Just Because I Feel Plain, But Because Disappearance Is By Now The Easy Way. The Habit. The Worn Path That I Can Trod Knowingly And Be Assured Safe Passage Home.

I Have Never Known A Cat That Couldn't Quiet Me Down Just By Walking Slowly Past My Chair.

Watch The Indolent Butterfly Playing On The Tall Flower In The Yard And Think About The Sun Going Down. It Always Does You Know.