I, Who Called Love My Hope For

And Even Sadness Was Also Something For Rich People, For People Who Could Afford It, For People Who Didn't Have Anything Better To Do. Sadness Was A Luxury.

Living Isn't Courage, Knowing That You're Living, That's Courage

Do You Know That Hope Sometimes Consists Only Of A Question Without An Answer?

And Now -- Now It Only Remains For Me To Light A Cigarette And Go Home. Dear God, Only Now Am I Remembering That People Die. Does That Include Me? Don't Forget, In The Meantime, That This Is The Season For Strawberries. Yes.

I Hear The Mad Song Of A Little Bird And Crush Butterflies Between My Fingers.