All That Matters In Life," The Grey

Just As The Setting Sun Turned The Clouds To Liquid Gold.

One Day, You Don't Feel Like Doing Anything. Nothing Interests You, Everything Bores You. Feel More And More Empty Inside, More And More Dissatisfied With Yourself And The World In General. Then Even That Feeling Wears Off, And You Don't Feel Anything Anymore. You Become Completely Indifferent To What Goes On Around You... You Forget How To Laugh And Cry - You're Cold Inside And Incapable Of Loving Anything Or Anyone... There's No Going Back... The Disease Has A Name. It's Called Deadly Tedium.

No Architect Troubled To Design Houses That Suited People Who Were To Live In Them, Because That Would Have Meant Building A Whole Range Of Different Houses. It Was Far Cheaper And, Above All, Timesaving To Make Them Identical.

You See, Momo... It's Like This. Sometimes, When You've A Very Long Street Ahead Of You, You Think How Terribly Long It Is And Feel Sure You'll Never Get It Swept... And Then You Hurry. You Work Faster And Faster, And Every Time You Look Up There Seems To Be Just As Much To Sweep As Before, And You Try Even Harder…, And You Panic, And In The End You're Out Of Breath And Have To Stop-and Still The Street Stretches Away In From Of You.

My Will Can Control Anything That’s Empty.