We Have Once Again Succeeded In Destroying

The Multiple Choices Of Possibilities Of Daily Life Are The Music We Dance To.

Life Isn't A Support System For Art. It's The Other Way Around.

She Knew With Suddeness And Ease That This Moment Would Be With Her Always, Within Hand's Reach Of Memory. She Doubted If They All Sensed It - They Had Seen The World - But Even George Was Silent For A Minute As They Looked, And The Scene, The Smell, Even The Sound Of The Band Playing A Faintly Recognisable Movie Theme, Was Locked Forever In Her, And She Was At Peace.

Time Heals All Wounds.

Be True, Be Brave, Stand All The Rest Is Darkness.