I Only Have Eyes For You.

But Death Is Not Freedom. For A Moment, It Can Look Like Freedom. But Then It's Death. Anything. Something. Nothing.

Please May This Not Be A Game. Please May This Not Be A Game. Because If It’s A Game, I Know I’m Going To Lose.

Because Sometimes You Just Have To Dance Like A Madman In The Self-help Section Of Your Local Bookstore.

Life Goes On Is A Redundancy. Life Is Defined By Its Going On.

I Guess It's A Choice We Make," She Said. "what's A Choice?" I Asked. And She Said, "how Much Of The World We Let In.