At Night When You're Asleep,

Fate Is Not Just Whose Cooking Smells Good, But Which Way The Wind Blows

How Come I Can Pick My Ears, But Not My Nose? Who Made Up That Rule Anyway? How Can You Say That's The Way It Is, That's Just The Way It Goes, Why Don't You Decide Fore Yourself What You Can Do?

I Never Try To Imagine The Future. I Kinda Think It's A Waste Of Time. I Live In The Now.

Love Is A Piano Dropped From A Fourth Story Window, And You Were In The Wrong Place At The Wrong Time.

We Negotiate With Chaos For Some Sense Of Satisfaction.