One trouble with being efficient is that it makes everybody hate you so.
The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.
Love that wants only to get, to possess, is a monstrous thing
Hello, luv,” he says through a thick curtain of blue hair. “Hope I’m…interrupting.
Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.