I Was Pushing Myself To Extremes In

Take Whatever You Can From Others, And When There Is Nothing Left, Forget About Them.

I Am Going To Put Myself To Sleep Now For A Bit Longer Than Usual. Call It Eternity

All My Father Saw Was What He Wanted To See.

- Growth Has Its Season. There Are Spring And Summer, But There Are Also Fall And Winter. And Then Spring And Summer Again. As Long As The Roots Are Not Severed, All Is Well And All Be Well.

She Seemed To Belong To That Pagan, Primitive Kingdom Of Birds And Forests Where Everything Was Infinitely Abundant, Wild, Blooming, And Royal In Its Perpetual Decay, Death, And Rebirth; Illicit And Clashing With The Human World.