And Sometimes When The Night Is Slow

I Don't Consider Myself A Pessimist. I Think Of A Pessimist As Someone Who Is Waiting For It To Rain. And I Feel Soaked To The Skin.

You Who Wish To Conquer Pain, You Must Learn What Makes One Kind.

Pay Attention To The Cracks, Because That's Where The Light Gets In.

You Win A While, And Then It’s Done - Your Little Winning Streak.

It's Like A Bear Stumbling Into A Beehive Or A Honey Cache: I'm Stumbling Right Into It And Getting Stuck, And It's Delicious And It's Horrible And I'm In It And It's Not Very Graceful And It's Very Awkward And It's Very Painful And Yet There's Something Inevitable About It.