You remember this little boy; they never tell you anymore truth than they have to.

His accent made him exotic and interesting; his broken arm made him a martyr; his sadism made him a natural focus for all those who loved pain in others.

So he believed. Believed, but the seed of doubt was there, and it stayed, and every now and then sent out a little root. It changed everything, to have that se…

Thank you for this... For dry eyes and silent weeping. You taught me how to hide anything I felt. More than ever, I need that now.

Some speak of things we know, as new; And you, of things unknown as things forgot.

History is nothing but assisted and recorded memory. It might almost be said to be no science at all, if memory and faith in memory were not what science neces…

Everybody knows that you love me baby/ Everybody knows that you really do/ Everybody knows that you've been faithful/ Ah give or take a night or two/ Everybody…