To Some Of Us, The Nights Are

You'll Need To Suffer To Make Any Real Art.

What If Reality Is Nothing But Some Disease?

Worker Bees Can Leave. Even Drones Can Fly Away. The Queen Is Their Slave.

If Your Body Is A Temple, You Can Pile Up Too Much Deferred Maintenance. If Your Body Is A Temple, Mine Was A Real Fixer-upper.

As The Child Outlives The Father,so Must The Character Bury The Author.