Oh, If The Moon Only Had A

It Draws It's Strength, This Big Secret, From The Same Root From Which I Draw My Strength, Both The Good And The Bad, Because In The End, They Cannot Be Separated.

To Write Something, You Have To Risk Making A Fool Of Yourself.

I Was Good And Bad, But Never Wicked.

Life Is A Tragedy, One Way Or Another. What Is Certain Is That You Die.

A Perfect World Or A World Destroyed, One Or The Other- Someday Will Come The End Of Hell.