All The World Is Made Of Music.

She'd Thought Love Had Something To Do With Happiness, But It Turned Out They Were Not Even Vaguely Related. Love Was Closer To A Need, No Different From The Need To Eat, To Breathe.

I Mean, When The World Comes For Your Children, With The Knives Out, It's Your Job To Stand In The Way.

Fantasy Was Always Only A Reality Waiting To Be Switched On.

I Remember An Era When You Could Get Your Nose Sliced Off For Sticking It Too Far Into Another Man's Business. Now You Can Find Out Anything About Anyone With The Click Of A Button. There Is No Privacy And No Consideration, And Everyone Is Prying Into Things That Aren't Their Affair. You Can Probably Check On The Intertube And Find Out What Color Underwear I Have On Today.

And He Paddled Away In His Douche Canoe.