Growth is betrayal.

Chaos is God's body. Order is the Devil's chains.

Who'll hold families together, if everybody has to live? Living is a compromise, between doing what you want and doing what other people want.

Oh, ' she says, 'the Vat prints nothing but rapes. You know what a rape usually is? It's a woman who changed her mind afterward.

Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.

Will You Still Be There (I’ll Keep On Loving You)…a Beautiful musical gem for an awesome story line ….I’m having fun creating this musical dream …..Enjoy

Without gospel, how could know the great grace of salvation?

Forgive me, that I manage badly, Manage badly but live gloriously, That I leave traces of myself in my songs, That I appeared to you in waking dreams.

A fool is one whom simpletons believe to be a man on merit. [Fr., Un fat celui que les sots croient un homme de merite.]

Marina sighs. "Love's a tidal wave," she says. "Because it sweeps you off your feet?" I ask. "No. Because it sucks you under and you drown.

If you want to make friends, go out of your way to do things for other people--things that require time, energy, unselfishness, and thoughtfulness.

In a work of art, chaos must shimmer through the veil of order.

Idiot! Lunatic! Moron! Jackass! Selfish irresponsible fool!

I think my generation was one of the last to remember the first days of the internet.