When He Speaks Again, I Can Tell

Everyone You Trust, Everyone You Think You Can Count On, Will Eventually Disappoint You.

Holy Mother Of Lord Cocoa Puffs

You Have To Understand. I Wasn't Just Thinking Of Me. I Was Thinking Of Her, Too.

He Is My World And My World Is Him And Without Him There Is No World.

It's Surprisingly Nice Out Here, Peaceful And Pretty-strange To Be Standing In The Middle Of A Little Garden While Enclosed By The Massive Stone Walls Of The Prison, Like Being At The Exact Center Of A Hurricane, And Finding Peace And Silence In The Middle Of So Much Shrieking Damage.