I Dream. Sometimes I Think That's The

Whatever It Is You're Seeking Won't Come In The Form You're Expecting.

Why Do People Have To Be This Lonely? What's The Point Of It All? Millions Of People In This World, All Of Them Yearning, Looking To Others To Satisfy Them, Yet Isolating Themselves. Why? Was The Earth Put Here Just To Nourish Human Loneliness?

All Right, Then, I Thought: Here I Am In The Bottom Of A Well.

I'm The Kind Of Person Who Has To Totally Commit To Whatever I Do.

I'm Not Afraid To Die. What I'm Afraid Of Is Having Reality Get The Better Of Me, Of Having Reality Leave Me Behind.