He might die$$$ but at least he could fight first$$$ and not simply pass his days shaking at the expectation of slaughter.

There isn't a thought in my head I care to be alone with for more than five minutes.

That the world should be filled with such detail$$$ such tiny points of human frailty$$$ threatened to crush her and she had to look away.

To take up the violin or any instrument was an act of hope$$$ it implied a future.

But there are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse.

Have you no sense of decency$$$ sir?

If slaughterhouses had glass walls$$$ everyone would be a vegetarian.

We love our mother unknowingly$$$ and only realize how deep-rooted that love is at the ultimate separation.

To be radical is to go to the root of the matter. For man$$$ however$$$ the root is man himself.

Here's to our wives and girlfriends...may they never meet!