Night Is A World Lit By Itself.

The Chains That Bind Us The Most Closely Are The Ones We Have Broken.

We Tear Life Out Of Life To Use It For Looking At Itself.

I Stop Wanting What I Am Looking For, Looking For It.

The Dream Which Is Not Fed With Dream Disappears.

It's Been A Long Time Since I Asked Anything Of Heaven, And My Arms Still Haven't Come Down.