Boredom Makes Me Sleepy Or Restless.

The Realism Of Failure, The Romance Of Success.

When Love Ends, We Cry Out Against Destiny. When Friendship Ends, We Cry Out Against Our Friend.

Satire Is Born Of The Cities It Denounces.

My Mother's Mild-eyed Sadness Looks At Me From The Eyes Of Those I Love.

When You Can't Figure Out What To Do, It's Time For A Nap.