I Hate Patience. Slows Everything Down.

Why Couldn't The Merciful God Turn Down The Sunlight So It Wasn't Blasting Like A Red Furnace Against His Aching Eyes? Because He'd Worshipped The God Of Beer, Thats Why. He'd Broken A Commandment And Worshipped The False And Foamy God Of Beer. And Now He Was Being Punished.

I’ve Been Happy Alone And I’ve Been Unhappy Without You. I Never Wanted To Depend On Anyone, Or To Let Myself Care So Much I Could Be Made Unhappy. But I Depend On You And I Love You.

Pretending The Past Doesn't Exist Is As Bad As Living In It.

People Who Say Not To Speak Ill Of The Dead Are Hypocrites, Because You Can Take It Ot The Bank They're Thinking Ill.

Those Big Blue Eyes Were Swimming, And He Was Afraid That If The First Tear Fell, He Would Break And Carry Her Off Anywhere She Wanted To Go.