Human Lives Are Too Short To Waste

Graves Are For The Living, Not The Dead. It Gives Us Something To Concentrate On Instead Of The Fact That Our Loved One Is Rotting Under The Ground.

Why Was So Much Evil Pleasant, Pretty On The Outside, Like Poisoned Candy?

It Was Like Noticing The Sun. You Couldn't Help But See It, To Turn To Face The Heat Of It, To Bask In The Glory Of It. But Often When The Sun Is High In The Sky, The Moon Is Up There, Too. A Dim Memory Of What She Will Be In The Night, But There, Nonetheless, Dim And Misty, Hard And White. At Night, There Is Only The Moon, The Sun Is Nowhere To Be Seen. There Are No Distractions When The Moon Rules The Sky.

She Doesn't Understand What She's Asking, Jean-claude Said. No, But She Asks, And If We Do Not Do It, We Will Always Wonder. I Would Rather Thy And Fail Than Regret Having Never Tried At All.

When You Dance With The Devil, It Might As Well Be A Devil Who Can Give You Your Own Corner Of Hell To Rule.