In The Current Socio-political Climate, He Said

We All Have To Die A Bit Every Now And Then And Usually It's So Gradual That We End Up More Alive Than Ever. Infinitely Old And Infinitely Alive.

Bright Colours In The West, Giant Butterflies Dancing As Night Crept Like A Cripple Toward The East.

When You Die Of Sorrow It's As If You've Broken All The Bones In Your Body, Bruised Yourself All Over, Cracked Your Skull. That's Sorrow.

If You're Going To Say What You Want To Say, You're Going To Hear What You Don't Want To Hear.

…i Realized My Happiness Was Artificial. I Felt Happy Because I Saw The Others Were Happy And Because I Knew I Should Feel Happy, But I Wasn't Really Happy.