Richard Was A Riddle With No Answer,

I Talk To Myself Everyone Once In A While. Give Myself Very Good Advice. Sometimes I Even Take It.

Most Hatred Is Based On Fear, One Way Or Another. Yeah. I Wrapped Myself In Anger, With A Dash Of Hate, And At The Bottom Of It All Was An Icy Center Of Pure Terror.

True Love Means You Love The Real Person, Not An Ideal That You Have In Your Head And Superimpose Over Them. That's Illusion And Lies To Me.

I Used To Think I Knew What Was Right And What Was Wrong, And Who The Good Guys Are, And Who The Bad Guys Are. Then The World Got Very Gray, And I Didn't Know Anything For A Long Time

Edward Smiled, I Smiled, Even Bernardo Smiled. Olaf Just Looked Sinister.