We Are All Dying Of Life.

Spend As Much Time As You Can With Your Mouth Shut And Your Eyes And Ears Open.

The Pain Comes From Knowing That We Have Never Been Safe, And Therefore Will Never Be Safe Again. It Comes From Knowing We Can Never Be So Ignorant Again. It Comes From Knowing We Can Never Be Children Again. Losing Innocence. Remembering Heaven. That Was The Essence Of Hell.

Be Yourself. Above All, Let Who You Are, What You Are, What You Believe Shine Through Every Sentence You Write, Every Piece You Finish.

Guilty She Might Be. But What Human Being Was Not? There Were Things In Her Past She Needn't Be Ashamed Of, Things To Be Proud Of; She Wouldn't Surrender So Meekly To A Condemning Judgment.

Losing Innocence. Remembering Heaven. That Was The Essence Of Hell