The Shortest Distance Between Two Points Is

The Public Takes From A Writer, Or A Writing, What It Needs And Lets The Remainder Go. But What They Take Is Usually What They Need Least And What They Let Go Is What They Need Most.

Find What You Love And Let It Kill You.

In This Room The Hours Of Love Still Make Shadows.

If You Can't Write The Next Line, Well, You're Dead. The Past Doesn't Matter.

You Don't Go On "probably" When Love And Guns Are In Hand.