It Was The Month Of May And

That Is How We Lived, Happily And Without Hope. I Was Very Young Then, And I Did Not Miss Having A Future Because I Did Not Know I Was Entitled To One.

We Must Constantly Dare Ourselves In The Small Things, Until Courage Becomes A Habit Of Mind That Will Serve Us When We Are Unexpectedly Tested.

Death, Of Course, Is A Refuge. It's Where You Go When A New Name, Or A Mask And Cape, Can No Longer Hide You From Yourself. It's Where You Run To When None Of The Principalities Of Your Conscience Will Grant You Asylum.

You Travel Here And You Travel There, Trying To Get Out From Under The Cloud, And Nothing Works, And Then One Day You Realize You've Been Carrying The Weather Around With You.

A Scar Does Not Form On The Dying. A Scar Means, I Survived.