A hideous mewling sound now arose, and for a moment all of Jud's bones turned to white ice. It was not Louis's son returned from the grave but some hideous monster. I got something for you Mommy. Quitters, Inc Love is the most pernicious drug of all. Let the romantics debate its existence.
Pragmatists know it and use it.
Hope can set you free. Either get busy living, or get busy dying. The collossal prick even managed to sound magnanamous. Born in lust, turn to dust. You're To Damned Short to Play Basketball Davie.