My Dad Was Like A Stage Mother

Everything You Gain In Life Will Rot And Fall Apart, And All That Will Be Left Of You Is What Was In Your Heart.

Maybe There Is No Actual Place Called Hell. Maybe Hell Is Just Having To Listen To Our Grandparents Breathe Through Their Noses When They're Eating Sandwiches.

I Wake Up Some Mornings And Sit And Have My Coffee And Look Out At My Beautiful Garden, And I Go, 'remember How Good This Is. Because You Can Lose It.'

Heaven Is On The Other Side Of That Feeling You Get When You’re Sitting On The Couch And You Get Up And Make A Triple-decker Sandwich. It’s On The Other Side Of That, When You Don’t Make The Sandwich. It’s About Sacrifice... It’s About Giving Up The Things That Basically Keep You From Feeling. That’s What I Believe, Anyway. I’m Always Asking, "what Am I Going To Give Up Next?" Because I Want To Feel.

But Can Everyone Simply Choose The Path He Loves? Someone Has To Take The Ordinary Jobs. All I Know Is, That Worked For Me. And It Didn't Work For Other People I Know To Get A So-called Safe Job, Because There's No Such Thing Anymore. The Only Thing That Stays Constant Is The Idea That People Have To Escape.