The Light Of Morning Decomposes Everything.

The Problem Was, I Think, That The Places I Fit In Were Always Falling Behind The Rimes.

That's Evolution. Evolution's Always Hard. Hard And Bleak. No Such Thing As Happy Evolution

It Seems To Me That Very Sad Things Always Contain An Element Of The Comical

I'm A Coward When It Comes To Matters Of The Heart. That Is My Fatal Flaw.

You Said That The Mind Is Like The Wind But Perhaps It Is We Who Are Like The Wind Knowing Nothing, Simply Blowing Through. Never Aging, Never Dying.