...unrequited love does not die; it's only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and mean, and those who come after pay the price for the hurt done by the one who came before.

To die is nothing, but to live with purpose and integrity, that's something

Get off me you dirty turnip!" "Dirty turnip? well, pardon me Signor Cabbage-Head!

I realized that cats make a perfect audience, they don't laugh at you, they never contradict you, there's no need to impress them, and they won't divulge your secrets.