There Are Only So Many Times That

Be The Instrument Playing The Sound Of Your Life's Passing

Parents Are Always More Knowledgeable Than Their Children, And Children Are Always Smarter Than Their Parents.

What? She Said Once To Herself, And Then Once Aloud, What? She Felt A Total Displacement, Like A Spinning Globe Brought To A Sudden Halt By The Light Touch Of A Finger. How Did She End Up Here, Like This? How Could There Have Been So Much - So Many Moments, So Many People And Things, So Many Razors And Pillows, Timepieces And Subtle Coffins - Without Her Being Aware? How Did Her Life Live Itself Without Her?

I Couldn't Speak The Language Of His Feelings

Songs Are As Sad As The Listener.