The compulsion of fate is bitter.
Isn't that an odd philosophy for a vampire?
Lottery tickets are a surtax on desperation.
Death Laughs In The Faces Of Clocks
Power is only an aphrodisiac for the living dead
Sleep: the breakfast of champions
America was and is the immigrant's dream.
My artistic spirit is not nurtured by blogospheres.
The boughs that bear most hang lowest.
I'm not an urban person.
Instinct is the nose of the mind.
Childhood smells of perfume and brownies.
My blessings outweight my regrets
Opportunities multiply as they are seized.
Give up good to welcome great.
Pleasure is none, if not diversified.
The day breaks not, it is my heart.
Humiliation is the beginning of sanctification.
In Heaven, it is always Autumn".
A dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.
One does not become a guru by accident.
