Heroes Only Come In Three Kinds:dead, Damaged

I Think That It Is A Part Of Growing Up, Learning To Control Our Suffering. I Think That When We Grow Up, And Learn That Happiness Is Rare, And Passes Quickly, We Become Disillusioned And Hurt. And How Much We Suffer Is A Mark Of How Much We Have Been Hurt By This Realisation. Suffering, You See, Is A Kind Of Anger. We Rage Against The Unfairness, The Injustice Of Our Sad And Sorry Lot.

Every Virtuous Act Is Inspired By A Dark Secret.

Every Virtuous Act Has Some Dark Secret In Its Heart; Every Risk We Take Contains A Mystery That Can’t Be Solved.

Poverty And Pride Are Devoted Blood Brothers Until One, Always And Inevitably, Kills The Other.

Food Is Music To The Body, Music Is Food To The Heart.