But Common Sense Has No Place In

But Our Eyes Are Different, What You See Ain't What I See.

The Truth Is, There Is No Line. There's Only Your Life, How You Mess It Up, And Who Is There To Save You. Or Who Isn't.

Sometimes, Questions Are More Hurtful Than Insults.

There Is A Time For Hello And A Time For Good-bye. It's Why The Act Of Burying Thing Seems Natural, But The Act Of Digging Them Up Does Not.

He Was Near Tears, 'who Do I Blame?' He Kept Asking Me. 'there Is No God.i Can Only Blame Myself.'" The Reb's Face Tightened, As If In Pain. "that," He Said, Softly, "is A Terrible Self-indictment." Worse Than An Unanswered Prayer? "oh Yes. It Is Far More Comforting To Think God Listened And Said No, Than To Think That Nobody's Out There.