All My Life, I Have Made It

Some People Will Like Me And Some Won't. So I Might As Well Be Myself, And Then At Least I'll Know That The People Who Like Me, Like Me.

Love, The Magician, Knows This Little Trick Whereby Two People Walk In Different Directions Yet Always Remain Side By Side.

No Matter What We Talk About, We Are Talking About Ourselves

I'd Rather Be Happy Than Right.

If My Attention Is Wandering, There Is Somewhere It Wants To Go, So Obviously It Does Not Want To Be Where I Am Holding It In The Name Of Some Self-styled Obligation.