Friends last forever. Goodness is its own reward. ...And there ain't no Indians in the Bronx.
Nothing can cure the soul but the senses. -- Oscar Wilde
The skeletons in the family closet just came out to play
Королевы не отступают перед превратностями судьбы
He was trained to hate until he met the enemy
Break the sound barrier. Break the speed barrier.
America is being born again
One man struggles to define himself. Another, to define his generation
down this twisted road, please watch over my soul and lift me up so gently so as not to touch the ground.