What Wonderful Thing Didn't Start Out Scary?

Can We Really Choose Anything?' 'maybe. If We Want To Bad Enough.

I'm Not A General Or A Colonel Or A Builder Of Cities. I'm Just A Corpse Who Wants Not To Be.

I Wonder How Well She Sleeps At Night, And What Kind Of Dreams She Has. I Wish I Could Step Into Them Like She Steps Into Mine.

Enough White Lies Can Scorch The Earth Black.

Nothing Is Permanent. Not Even The End Of The World.