I Don't Think Any Of Us Can

I Had To Wonder If Men Were So Blinded By Beauty That They Would Feel Privileged To Live Their Lives With An Actual Demon, So Long As It Was A Beautiful Demon.

What An Unbearable Sorrow It Would Be, To Realized I'd Never Really Tasted To Things I'd Eaten, Or Seen The Places I'd Been. What Life Would I Have? I Would Be Like The Dancer Who Had Practiced Since Childhood For A Performance She Would Never Give.

Anyone Can Have A Good Day. The Question Is What Do You Do On A Bad Day. That's When You're Being Tested. In A Very Tangible Sense, A Bad Day Shows Your Innermost Essence More Than A Good Day.

If Those Sorts Of Moments Would Be The Only Pleasure Life Offered Me, I'd Be Better Off Shutting Out That One Brilliant Source Of Light To Let My Eyes Begin To Adjust To The Darkness.

Was Life Nothing More Than A Storm That Constantly Washed Away What Had Been There Only A Moment Before, And Left Behind Something Barren And Unrecognizable?