This Was Another Of Our Fears: That

What Happiness Is There In Just The Memory Of Happiness?

Yes, Of Course We Were Pretentious -- What Else Is Youth For?

Did You Know That There Is No Exact Rhyme In The Russian Language For The Word 'pravda'? Ponder And Weigh This Insufficiency In Your Mind. Doesn't That Just Echo Down The Canyons Of Your Soul?

I Have An Instinct For Survival, For Self-preservation.

To Own A Certain Book - And To Choose It Without Help - Is To Define Yourself.