I Speak My Own Sins; I Cannot

Maybe All One Can Do Is Hope To End Up With The Right Regrets.

Try To Keep The Rebel Artist Alive In You, No Matter How Attractive Or Exhausting The Temptation.

Success, Instead Of Giving Freedom Ofchoice, Becomes A Way Of Life.

The World Is Always Ending; The Exact Date Depends On When You Came Into It.

When Irrational Terror Takes To Itself The Fiat Of Moral Goodness Somebody Has To Die. ... No Man Lives Who Has Not Got A Panic Button, And When It Is Pressed By The Clean White Hand Of Moral Duty, A Certain Murderous Train Is Set In Motion.