Pools of sorrow$$$ waves of joy are drifting thorough my open mind possessing and caressing me.

One thing you can't hide - is when you're crippled inside.

There is no exception to the rule that every rule has an exception.

To be worn out is to be renewed.

He wondered whether there was any love between human beings that did not rest upon some sort of self-delusion.

Do not feel lonely$$$ the entire universe is inside you.

A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.

He wears a mask$$$ and his face grows to fit it.

We are linked by blood$$$ and blood is memory without language.

It is a cardinal sin to bore the reader.