The Dice Cannot Read Their Own Spots.

The Successful Writer Listens To Himself.

You Know It's Love When You Want To Give Joy And Damn The Consequences.

He Who Can Destroy A Thing, Can Control A Thing.

There's Hope Left In These Dusty Chords. There's A Song Left In Our Rusty Hearts. We Are Torn And Frayed But Love Remains.

The Past Is No Farther Away Than Your Pillow.