There Are No Days More Full Than

Pain Is Not Wat You Get, It Is Wat You Give.

I Have Different Books For Different Times Of The Day, Let Alone Different Seasons Of The Year!

It Was A Silence That Heard Itself, Awful And Beautiful.

No Shame In Saying That I Felt A Loneliness Drifting Through Me. Funny How It Was, Everyone Perched In Their Own Little World With The Deep Need To Talk, Each Person With Their Own Tale, Beginning In Some Strange Middle Point, Then Trying So Hard To Tell It All, To Have It All Make Sense, Logical And Final.

Even If You're Going To Die, You Might As Well Die Pretty.