Sometimes$$$ fact mixed with fiction so thoroughly that$$$ though no lies were told$$$ it was hard to remember what was strictly true.

The right thing isn't always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So...good luck figuring that out.

Are you referring to the fact that you can't walk across a flat$$$ stable surface without finding something to trip over?

Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.

Hey$$$ Rosalie? Do you know how to drown a blonde? Stick a mirror to the bottom of a pool.

I decided as long as I'm going to hell$$$ I might as well do it thoroughly.

Be still:<br>There is no longer any need of comment.<br>It was a lucky wind<br>That blew away his halo with his cares$$$<br>A lucky sea that drowned his reputation.

We have the choice of two identities: the external mask which seems to be real...and the hidden$$$ inner person who seems to us to be nothing$$$ but who can give himself eternally to the truth in whom he subsists.

I will no longer wound myself with the thoughts and questions that have surrounded me like thorns: that is a penance you do not ask of me.

Pardon all runners$$$<br>All speechless$$$ alien winds$$$<br>All mad waters.<br>Pardon their impulses$$$<br>Their wild attitudes$$$<br>Their young flights$$$ their reticence.<br>When a message has no clothes on<br>How can it be spoken.