Reality Means You Live Until You Die.

These Flowers Will Be Rotten In A Couple Hours. Birds Will Crap On Them. The Smoke Here Will Make Them Stink, And Tomorrow A Bulldozer Will Probably Run Over Them, But For Right Now They Are So Beautiful.

It's Not Enough To Be Numbered With The Grains Of Sand On The Beach And The Stars In The Sky.

Have Your Adventures, Make Your Mistakes, And Choose Your Friends Poorly -- All These Make For Great Stories.

People Had Been Working For So Many Years To Make The World A Safe Organized Place. Nobody Realized How Boring It Would Become.

When We Don't Know Who To Hate, We Hate Ourselves.