Not That I Haven't Leaped Up Into

I'm The One That's Got To Die When It's Time For Me To Die, So Let Me Live My Life The Way I Want To.” - Jimi Hendrix, “the Dead Cannot Cry Out For Justice. It Is A Duty Of The Living To Do So For Them.

I Miss It Every Minute, And I Have No Wish At All To Go Back.

I Know Girls Who Pine For It. They Like To Play Dress-up And Pretend Being Vor Ladies Of Old, Rescued From Menace By Romantic Vor Youths. For Some Reason They Never Play 'dying In Childbirth', Or 'vomiting Your Guts Out From The Red Dysentery', Or 'weaving Till You Go Blind And Crippled From Arthritis And Dye Poisoning', Or 'infanticide'. Well, They Do Die Romantically Of Disease Sometimes, But Somehow It's Always An Illness That Makes You Interestingly Pale And Everyone Sorry And Doesn't Involve Losing Bowel Control.

If You Make It Plain You Like People, It's Hard For Them To Resist Liking You Back.

The World Is Made By The People Who Show Up For The Job.