Liberate Yourself From My Vice-like Grip!

Did You See More Glass?

And I Can't Be Running Back And Fourth Forever Between Grief And High Delight.

People Always Clap For The Wrong Reasons.

Always, Always, Always Referring Every Goddam Thing That Happens Right Back To Our Lousy Little Egos.

I Mean How Do You Know What You're Going To Do Till You Do It? The Answer Is, You Don't. I Think I Am, But How Do I Know? I Swear It's A Stupid Question.