Hunting Will Never Feed Lots Of People;

It Was Not The Feeling Of Completeness I So Needed, But The Feeling Of Not Being Empty.

Your Dad Didn't Die, So I Won't Be Able To Explain It To You.

If Nothing Matters, There's Nothing To Save.

I Don't Think That There Are Any Limits To How Excellent We Could Make Life Seem.

We Are Not Long-term Beings. Not Heroes Of Romances In Many Volumes. For One Gesture, For One Word Alone, We Shall Make The Effort. We Openly Admit: Our Creations Will Be Temporary. We Shall Have This As Our Aim: A Gesture.