The Blood In My Veins Is Frozen

What I Mean Is This: You Meet Someone, You Think About Them. You're Already Changing Because Of The Way You Think About Them. You Meet Them Again, You Think About Them Some More, You're Changing Again. And On It Goes. You Are Changing Right Now. Before My Eyes.

The Trouble With Forgiveness Is That Some People Don't Want To Be Forgiven.

The Mist Hung In The Air Like A Prancing Unicorn.

Because Two People In Love Don't Make A Hive Mind. Neither Should They Want To Be A Hive Mind, To Think The Same, To Know The Same. It's About Being Separate And Still Loving Each Other, Being Distinct From Each Other. One Is The Violin String One Is The Bow.

George Orwells 1984 Frequently Tops Surveys Of Our Greatest Books: Its Not A Celebration Of Poetic Language. Its Decidedly Anti-literary, A Masterpiece Of Personal And Political Narrative Sequence. And Its Subject Matter Is Crucial, Because What 1984 Shows Is That Language Can Be A Dirty Trick.