A moderate silence ensued. A neutral-to-slightly-positive silence. True, silence is still silence, except when you think about it too much.

Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.

People fall in love without reason, without even wanting to. You can't predict it. That's love.

The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.

Can'ttrustpeople. Won'tdoanygood. They'llkillyoueverytime. They'llkilleachother. They'llkilleveryone.

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.

Suicides? Heart attacks? The papers didn't seem interested. The world was full of ways to die, too many to cover. Newsworthy deaths had to be exceptional. Most people go unobserved.

Tendencies. Yougottendencies. Soevenifyoudideverythingoveragain, yourwholelife, yougottendenciestodojustwhatyoudid, alloveragain. -The Sheep Man.

The real world—where I probably could never be happy, and never get anywhere.

For darkness terrifies. It swallows you, warps you, nullifies you. Who alive can possibly profess confidence in darkness? In the dark, you can't see.

We keep moving. And as we do, the things around us, well, they disappear.

A Day is Never bad. A Day does No harm. A Day begins and ends with the passage of time. What happens in between, is up to the hearts of humanity.

Real, sane, mature love—the kind that pays the mortgage year after year and picks up the kids after school—is not based on infatuation but on affection and respect.

Because I do not wish to know,” he says. “I prefer to remain unenlightened, to better appreciate the dark.

Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest!

I hate reality shows like Big Brother and I'm A Celebrity. I'd rather watch a goldfish bowl.

We used to look up at the sky and wonder at our place in the stars. Now we just look down, and worry about our place in the dirt.

A myth doesn't have to be real to be true.

I have only one eye. Do you want me to look at the road or the at the speedometer.

We do not always remember the things that do no credit to us. We justify them, cover them in bright lies or with the thick dust of forgetfulness.

Privacy IS freedom. Leave us alone!