Maybe The Man Had Taken The Wrong

..she Had That Brand Of Pragmatism That Would Find Her The First Brewing Tea After Armageddon.

A Man Kills The Thing He Loves, And He Must Die A Little Himself.

Why'd You Want To Sing About Sad Things?" Candy Had Asked Him. "because Any Fool Can Be Happy," He'd Said To Her. "it Takes A Man With Real Heart" —he'd Made A Fist And Laid It Against His Chest— "to Make Beauty Out Of The Stuff That Makes Us Weep.

After All, Where Can The Glorious, The Goofy, And The God-like Stand Shoulder To Shoulder?

I Haven't Even Had A Life I Could Call My Own, And You're Ready To Slot Me Into The Grand Design. Well, I Don't Think I Want To Go. I Want To Be My Own Design.