We Have Work To Do If You

There Are No Wrong Decisions ― Only Different Ones.

Who But The Mad Would Choose To Keep On Living? In The End, Aren't We All Just A Little Crazy?

I'm Like Everyone Else In This Stupid, Bloody, Amazing World. I'm Flawed. Impossibly So. But Hopeful. I'm Still Me.

But Sons Are A Different Matter To A Man. More A Duty Than An Indulgence.

And When It Comes, Her Kiss Is Like Something Not So Much Felt As Found.