I Move, Therefore I Am.

If You Really Want To Know Something, You Have To Be Willing To Pay The Price.

Sheep Hurt My Father, And Through My Father, Sheep Have Also Hurt Me.

It Feels Like Everything's Been Decided In Advance That I'm Following A Path Somebody Else Has Already Mapped Out For Me. It Doesn't Matter How Much I Think Things Over, How Much Effort I Put Into It. In Fact, The Harder I Try, The More I Lose My Sense Of Who I Am. It's Like My Identity's An Orbit That I've Strayed Far Away From, And That Really Hurts. But More Than That, It Scares Me. Just Thinking About It Makes Me Flinch.

Something In Her Small Eyes Caught The Sunlight And Glistened, Like A Glacier On The Faraway Face Of A Mountain.

Let The World Move Along As It Pleased. If It Had Any Business With Him, It Would Be Sure To Tell Him.