We're All Strange Inside. We Learn How

A Spinning Coin, Still Balanced On Its Rim, May Fall In Either Direction.

You Know, One Of The Tragedies Of Real Life Is That There Is No Background Music.

There Was Some Open Space Between What He Knew And What He Tried To Believe, But Nothing Could Be Done About It, And If You Can't Fix It You've Got To Stand It.

It's Easier To Die If Others Around You Are Dying.

I Wish I Knew How To Quit You.