Fiction, Because It Is Not About Somebody

He Is Dangerous, He Is Beautiful, I Could Drown In His Understanding.

O My Son Absalom,' Bean Said Softly, Knowing For The First Time The Kind Of Anguish That Could Tear Such Words From A Man’s Mouth. 'my Son, My Son Absalom. Would God I Could Die For Thee, O Absalom, My Son. My Sons!

The Nations That Offer To Arbitrate Are The Ones That Think They Should Rule The World.

I Always Tell The Truth About What I’m Selling, And Then Nobody Buys It.

I Didn't Want To See You." "they Told Me." "i Was Afraid That I'd Still Love You." "i Hoped That You Would.