A Certain Bohemian, Good-witch Sort Of Charm

What Does It Mean To Regret When You Have No Choice? It's What You Can Bear. And There It Is... It Was Death. I Chose Life.

I Remember One Morning Getting Up At Dawn, There Was Such A Sense Of Possibility. You Know, That Feeling? And I Remember Thinking To Myself: So, This Is The Beginning Of Happiness. This Is Where It Starts. And Of Course There Will Always Be More. It Never Occurred To Me It Wasn't The Beginning. It Was Happiness. It Was The Moment. Right Then.

. . . He Felt Himself Entering A Moment So Real He Could Only Run Toward It, Shouting.

There Is A Beauty In The World, Though It's Harsher Than We Expect It To Be.

A Certain Bohemian, Good-witch Sort Of Charm