I believe we are here on the planet Earth to live$$$ grow up and do what we can to make this world a better place for all people to enjoy freedom.

She was pleased to have him come and never sorry to see him go.

If you wear a short enough skirt$$$ the party will come to you.

The Marble Tombs that rise on high$$$<br>Whose Dead in vaulted Arches lye$$$<br>Whose Pillars swell with sculptur'd Stones$$$<br>Arms$$$ Angels$$$ Epitaphs and Bones$$$<br>These (all the poor Remains of State)<br>Adorn the Rich$$$ or praise the Great;<br>Who while on Earth in Fame they live$$$<br>Are senseless of the Fame they give.

The most I can ever do is write things down. To remember them. The details. To honor them in some way.

Committing suicide just seemed to be another aggressive plan to fix her life.

Because the only difference between a suicide and a martyrdom really is the amount of press coverage.

We love our pain. We love our drama. But we will never$$$ ever admit that.

Now is the autumn of our ennui.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying$$$ organic matter as everyone else$$$ and we are all part of the same compost pile.