I Guess Living Without Love, Without Experiencing

I Am Not Handsome Or Sexy. Of Course, It's Not Like I Am Hopeless.

The Simple Act Of Paying Attention Can Take You A Long Way.

Life And Art Had A Nice Parallel, In The Sense Of Coming Together As Strangers Who Are Separate In Prison Who Need To Work Together, Getting To Know Each Other.

I Cried Over Beauty, I Cried Over Pain, And The Other Time I Cried Because I Felt Nothing. I Can't Help It. I'm Just A Cliché Of Myself.

I Guess Living Without Love, Without Experiencing It Or Being Able To Give It Is Pretty Strong Punishment.