When You Die Of Sorrow It's As

If I Were To Say What I Really Think I Would Be Arrested Or Shut Away In A Lunatic Asylum. Come On, I Am Sure That It Would Be The Same For Everyone.

Every Book In The World Is Out There Waiting To Be Read By Me.

We're Artists Too, But We Do A Good Job Hiding It, Don't We?

Nothing Is Ever Behind Us.

The American Mirror, Said The Voice, The Sad American Mirror Of Wealth And Poverty And Constant Useless Metamorphosis, The Mirror That Sails And Whose Sails Are Pain.