This Time Has Finished Me.

Real Loneliness Is Not Necessarily Limited To When You Are Alone.

Too Often The People Complain That They Have Done Nothing With Their Lives And Then They Wait For Somebody To Tell Them That This Isn't So.

I Am Not A Snob; It Is Simply That I Am Not Interested With What Most People Have To Say, Or What They Want To Do — Mostly With My Time.

The Best Often Die By Their Own Hand Just To Get Away, And Those Left Behind Can Never Quite Understand Why Anybody Would Ever Want To Get Away From Them

I Wish To Weep But Sorrow Is Stupid. I Wish To Believe But Belief Is A Graveyard.