One Foot In Front Of The Other.

Friends Don't Need The Intervention Of A Third Party. Friendship's A Voluntary Thing.

Don't You Think It Would Be Wonderful To Get Rid Of Everything And Everybody And Just Go Some Place Where You Don't Know A Soul?

Like Flowers Scattered In A Storm, A Man's Life Is A Long Farewell.

That's What The World Is , After All: An Endless Battle Of Contrasting Memories.

No Mistake About It. Ice Is Cold; Roses Are Red; I'm In Love. And This Love Is About To Carry Me Off Somewhere. The Current's Too Overpowering; I Don't Have Any Choice. It May Very Well Be A Special Place, Some Place I've Never Seen Before. Danger May Be Lurking There, Something That May End Up Wounding Me Deeply, Fatally. I Might End Up Losing Everything. But There's No Turning Back. I Can Only Go With The Flow. Even If It Means I'll Be Burned Up, Gone Forever.