And In Fact, I Think

Look... To Go Through Life And Call It Yours - Your Life - You First Have To Get Your Own Pain. Pain That's Unique To You. You Can't Just Dip Into The Common Bin And Say 'that's Enough!'.

Watching Italian Opera, All Those Male Sopranos Screeching, Stupid Fat Couples Rolling Their Eyes About. That's Not Love, It's Just Rubbish.

Everything We Feel Is Made Of Time. All The Beauties Of Life Are Shaped By It.

Goodness Is Nothing In The Furnace Of Art.

You Have Your Words, And I Have Mine.