Wolves and Doves mate for life. I hope in the next life I am one of the two.
Oh deep winter snow, pale executioner, thou who delights in a slow, torturous death.
In the calm, deep waters of the mind, the wolf waits.
I never knew there were so many different ways to say good-bye
Freedom without responsibility? What freedom is that? None at all.
I hated being imprisoned in my own home, my wolf hated it.
My wolf was a cute guy and he was holding my hand. I could die happy.
While one may lose much because of avarice, nothing was ever accomplished by abstinence.