But Now The Joy Is Gone And

We Have Once Again Succeeded In Destroying What We Could Not Create.

No, It's Not A Very Good Story - Its Author Was Too Busy Listening To Other Voices To Listen As Closely As He Should Have To The One Coming From Inside.

It's A Long Way Back To Eden, Sweetheart, So Don't Sweat The Small Stuff.

Fear Can Hold You Prisoner. Hope Can Set You Free.

Friends. They Aren’t Any Such Thing As Good Friend Or Bad Friend. Maybe There Are Just Friend. People Who Stand By You When You're Hurt And Who Helped You Feel Not So Lonely. Maybe There Are Worth Being Scared For And Hoping For And Living For. Maybe Worth Dying For Too. If That What Has To Be. No Bad Friends. Only People You Want. Need To Be With. People Who Build Their Houses In Your Heart.