Every Life, Every Love, Every

We Carry Oceans Inside Of Us, In Our Blood And Our Sweat. And We Are Crying The Oceans, In Our Tears.

Some Loves Are Like That. Your Heart Starts To Feel Like An Overcrowded Lifeboat. You Throw Your Pride Out To Keep It Afloat, & Your Self-respect & Independence. After A While You Start Throwing People Out - Friends, Everyone You Know. & It's Still Not Enough. The Lifeboat Is Still Sinking, & You Know It's Going To Take You Down With It. I've Seen That Happen To A Lot Of People. I Think That's Why I'm Sick Of Love. - Karla

The Only Victory That Really Counts In Prison Is Survival. But Survival Means More Than Simply Being Alive. It's Not Just The Body That Must Survive A Jail Term; The Spirit And The Will And The Heart Have To Make It Through As Well. If Any One Of Them Is Broken Or Destroyed, The Man Whose Living Body Walks Through The Gate, At The End Of His Sentence, Can't Be Said To Have Survived It. And It's For Those Small Victories Of The Heart, And The Spirit, And The Will That We Sometimes Risk The Body That Cradles Them.

There's A Theory That Snoring At Night In Sleep Is A Subconscious Defence Reflex-a Warning Sound That Frightened Potential Predators Away From The Mouth Of The Cave When Our Lower-paleolithic Ancestors Huddled In Vulnerable Sleep. That Group Of Nomads, Cameleers, Sheep And Goat Herders, Farmers, And Guerilla Fighters Lent Credibility To The Idea, For They Snored So Thunderously And With Such Persistent Ferocity Through The Long, Cold Night That They Would've Frightened A Pride Of Ravenous Lions Into Scattering Like Startled Mice.

If We Can't Respect The Way We Earn It, Money Has No Value. If We Can't Use It To Make Life Better For Our Families And Loved Ones, Money Has No Purpose.