A Lawyer Is A Person Who Writes

You're Not Cross With Me, Though?" He Said. She Pulled Her Hand Away And Answered, "no, No, I'm Never Cross With Anyone.

Every Word First Looks Around In Every Direction Before Letting Itself Be Written Down By Me.

But What If All The Tranquility, All The Comfort, All The Contentment Were Now To Come To A Horrifying End?

Faith, Like A Guillotine. As Heavy, As Light.

When One Has Once Accepted And Absorbed Evil, It No Longer Demands To Be Believed.