Teenagers Think They Are Invincible

One Day, You’re 17 And You’re Planning For Someday. And Then Quietly, Without You Ever Really Noticing, Someday Is Today. And Then Someday Is Yesterday. And This Is Your Life.

They Couldn't Bear The Idea Of Death Being A Big Black Nothing.

It's Not Life Or Death, The Labyrinth. Suffering. Doing Wrong And Having Wrong Things Happen To You. That's The Problem. Bolivar Was Talking About The Pain, Not About The Living Or Dying. How Do You Get Out Of The Labyrinth Of Suffering?

The Labyrinth Blows, But I Choose It.

Because No One Can Catch The Motherfucking Fox.