All In All, Death Is Something Like

Chin Up, Ferdinand," I Kept Saying To Myself, To Keep Up My Courage. "what With Being Chucked Out Of Everywhere, You're Sure To Find Whatever It Is That Scares All Those Bastards So. It Must Be At The End Of The Night, And That's Why They're So Dead Set Against Going To The End Of The Night.

To Travel Is Very Useful, It Makes The Imagination Work, The Rest Is Just Delusion And Pain. Our Journey Is Entirely Imaginary, Which Is Its Strength.

For The Poor Of This World, Two Major Ways Of Expiring Are Available: Either By The Absolute Indifference Of Your Fellow-men In Peace-time, Or By The Homicidal Passion Of These Same When War Breaks Out.

Whenever They Get A Chance, Never Fear, People Make You Waste Hours And Months ... They Use You As A Wall To Bounce Their Bullshit Off Of ... Blah! And Blah! And Blahblahblah! ... You Put Up With It For An Hour, You'll Need Two Weeks To Recover ... Blah! Blah!

Experience Is A Dim Lamp, Which Only Lights The One Who Bears It.