I Was An Accomplice In My Own

Tragedy, For Me, Is Not A Conflict Between Right And Wrong, But Between Two Different Kinds Of Right.

The Normal Is The Good Smile In A Child's Eyes- All Right. It Is Also The Dead Stare In A Million Adults. It Both Sustains And Kills- Like A God. It Is The Ordinary Made Beautiful; It Is Also The Average Made Leathal. The Normal Is The Indispensable, Murderous God Of Health.

Everything We Feel Is Made Of Time. All The Beauties Of Life Are Shaped By It.

The Trouble Is If You Don’t Spend Your Life Yourself, Other People Spend It For You.

Love Is The Only Doorway From The Prison Of Ourselves.