Extending Your Hand Is Extending Yourself.

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

Cats Have It All - Admiration, An Endless Sleep, And Company Only When They Want It.

There's No Misery In Not Being Loved, Only In Not Loving.

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.

We Will All Wake Up Semi-angels, If We Wake At All.