There's Something About The Sound Of A

You Have Underestimated My Power, As You Will Shortly Discover.

All God Requires From Us Is To Enjoy Life And Love. That's The Whole Point.

I'm Laying Out My Winter Clothes And Wishing I Was Gone, Going Home, Where The New York City Winters Aren't Bleedin' Me.

The Trick Is, As I Know It, Is To Care Like Hell And Not Give A Damn At The Same Time.

The Leaves That Are Green Turn To Brown. And They Wither With The Wind. And They Crumble In Your Hand.