The Writing's Easy, It's The Living That

Her Eyes Always Had A Frantic, Lost Look. He Could Never Cure Her Eyes Of That.

The Empty, The Angry, The Lonely, The Tricked, We Are All Museums Of Fear.

Love Is A Form Of Prejudice. You Love What You Need, You Love What Makes You Feel Good, You Love What Is Convenient. How Can You Say You Love One Person When There Are Ten Thousand People In The World That You Would Love More If You Ever Met Them? But You'll Never Meet Them.

I Had No Freedom. I Had Nothing.

There Will Always Be Something To Ruin Our Lives, It All Depends On What Or Which Finds Us First. We Are Always Ripe And Ready To Be Taken.