Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.
From the cradle to the grave, joy and pain is the fertilizer for wisdom.
Calmness is the cradle of power.
From the cradle to the coffin underwear comes first.
The Bible is the cradle wherein Christ is laid.
Los Angeles is often described as the nadir of vapidity, a smog-choked space cradle.
