We Live And We Die And Anything

I Don't Do Much More Than Organise Other People's Ideas And Insights And Thoughts, And Sort Of Harvest Them, And Inventory Them And Present Them.

We All Die. The Goal Isn't To Live Forever, The Goal Is To Create Something That Will.

These Flowers Will Be Rotten In A Couple Hours. Birds Will Crap On Them. The Smoke Here Will Make Them Stink, And Tomorrow A Bulldozer Will Probably Run Over Them, But For Right Now They Are So Beautiful.

You Always Kill The One You Love.

Sticks And Stones May Break Your Bones But Words Can Hurt Like Hell.