There Is No Pain On This Earth

We Love Those Who Know The Worst Of Us And Don't Turn Their Face Away.

What Needs To Be Discharged Is The Intolerable Tenderness Of The Past, The Past Gone And Grieved Over And Never Made Sense Of. Music Ransoms Us From The Past, Declares An Amnesty, Brackets And Sets Aside The Old Puzzles. Sing A New Song. Start A New Life, Get A Girl, Look Into Her Shadowy Eyes, Smile.

You Can Get All A's And Still Flunk Life.

Hatred Strikes Me As One Of The Few Signs Of Life Remaining In The World. This Is Another Thing About The World Which Is Upsidedown: All The Friendly And Likable People Seem Dead To Me; Only The Haters Seem Alive.

Losing Hope Is Not So Bad. There's Something Worse: Losing Hope And Hiding It From Yourself.