This Time Has Finished Me.

I Don't Remember Going To Bed, But In The Morning, There I Was.

It's Not The Large Things That Send A Man To The Madhouse... No, It's The Continuing Series Of Small Tragedies... Not The Death Of His Love But The Shoelace That Snaps With No Time Left.

Some People Like What You Do, Some People Hate What You Do, But Most People Simply Don't Give A Damn.

The Free Soul Is Rare, But You Know It When You See It

There's No Chance At All: We Are All Trapped By A Singular Fate.