The Human Race Was Dying Out Noone

We're Reaching For Death On The End Of A Candle We're Trying For Something That's Already Found Us

It's Like Gambling Somehow. You Go Out For A Night Of Drinking And You Don't Know Where Your Going To End Up The Next Day. It Could Work Out Good Or It Could Be Disastrous. It's Like The Throw Of The Dice.

How Can I Set Free Anyone Who Doesn't Have The Guts To Stand Up Alone And Declare His Own Freedom?

I'm Kind Of Hooked To The Game Of Art And Literature; My Heroes Are Artists And Writers.

That’s What Real Love Amounts To - Letting A Person Be What He Really Is....most People Love You For Who You Pretend To Be....to Keep Their Love, You Keep Pretending - Performing. You Get To Love Your Pretense...it’s True, We’re Locked In An Image, An Act...