…when the dying sun bled the blue sky orange.

“Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox; that longs for the beloved and is secre…”

“I cannot assume you will understand me. It is just as likely that as I invent w…”

“How is it that one day life is orderly and you are content, a little cynical pe…”

“It's so crude' complained her mother, who believed in Good Taste the way Sunday…”