There's No Disgrace In Failing, Lad, Though

Plant A Garden In Which Strange Plants Grow And Mysteries Bloom.

Loved. You Can't Use It In The Past Tense. Death Does Not Stop That Love At All.

If This Glorious Birth To Death Hassle Is The Only Hassle We Are Ever To Have ..if Our Grand Exhilarating Fight Of Life Is Such A Tragically Short Little Scrap Anyway,compared To The Eons Of Rounds Before And After-then Why Should One Want To Relinquish Even A Few Precious Seconds Of It?

I'd Take A Look At My Own Self In The Mirror And Wonder How It Was Possible That Anybody Could Manage Such An Enormous Thing As Being What He Was.

That Ain't Me, That Ain't My Face. It Wasn't Even Me When I Was Trying To Be That Face. I Wasn't Even Really Me Them; I Was Just Being The Way I Looked, The Way People Wanted.