I Miss The Comfort In Being Sad.

Have You Ever Had A Broken Heart?

If You Get Old Fashioned Enough, You'll Always Be In Style.

To Have A Good Friend Is The Purest Of All God's Gifts, For It Is A Love That Has No Exchange Of Payment. It Is Not Inherited, As With A Family. It Is Not Compelling, As With A Child. And It Has No Means Of Physical Pleasure, As With A Mate. It Is, Therefore, An Indescribable Bond That Brings With It A Far Deeper Devotion Than All The Others.

There Comes A Point When A Dream Becomes Reality And Reality Becomes A Dream.

For Eight Years I Was An Inmate In A State Asylum For The Insane. During Those Years I Passed Through Such Unbearable Terror That I Deteriorated Into A Wild, Frightened Creature Intent Only On Survival. And I Survived. I Was Raped By Orderlies, Gnawed On By Rats And Poisoned By Tainted Food. I Was Chained In Padded Cells, Strapped Into Strait-jackets And Half-drowned In Ice Baths. And I Survived. The Asylum Itself Was A Steel Trap, And I Was Not Released From Its Jaws Alive And Victorious. I Crawled Out Mutilated, Whimpering And Terribly Alone. But I Did Survive.