And he wallowed in disgust and loathing, and his hair stood on end at the delicious horror.
Perfume: The Story of a MurdererYou learned to accept, or you ended up in a small room writing letters home with Crayolas.
Pet SemataryThe measure of a man is not how much he suffers in the test, but how he comes out at the end.
UnWhollyThe perfect song neither ends nor begins. It is always playing. Remember to stop and listen.
Until the Beat Stops