Hatred Makes Us All Ugly.

I've Lost Track Of The Number Of People Who Want To Be Writers But Never Actually Write Anything. Talking About Writing, Dreaming About Writing, Can Be Very Fun, But It Won't Get A Book Written. You've Got To Write

Most Hatred Is Based On Fear, One Way Or Another. Yeah. I Wrapped Myself In Anger, With A Dash Of Hate, And At The Bottom Of It All Was An Icy Center Of Pure Terror.

Nothing Like Fear To Wash Your Mind Clean.

Love Is Too Precious To Be Ashamed Of.

I'm Not Afraid Of Heights, But The Idea Of Falling From Them, Well, That I'm Afraid Of.