Fate Always Gives You Two Choices, The

So When Will Be The Time To Get On The Train? I Think.....a Little Bit Almost Quite Very Soon And Not Long.

I Think That It Is A Part Of Growing Up, Learning To Control Our Suffering. I Think That When We Grow Up, And Learn That Happiness Is Rare, And Passes Quickly, We Become Disillusioned And Hurt. And How Much We Suffer Is A Mark Of How Much We Have Been Hurt By This Realisation. Suffering, You See, Is A Kind Of Anger. We Rage Against The Unfairness, The Injustice Of Our Sad And Sorry Lot.

Love Is The Opposite Of Power. That's Why We Fear It So Much.

The Touch Was Exactly What The Touch Of A Lover's Hand Should Be: Familiar, Yet Exciting As A Whispered Promise. I Felt An Almost Irresistible Urge To Take Her Hand And Place It Flat Against My Chest, Near My Heart. Maybe I Should've Done It. I Know Now That She Would've Laughed, If I'd Done It, And She Would've Liked Me For It. But Strangers That We Were Then, We Stood For Five Long Seconds And Held The Stare, While All The Parallel Worlds, All The Parallel Lives That Might've Been, And Never Would Be, Whirled Around Us.

Justice Is A Judgement That Is Both Fair And Forgiving. Justice Is Not Done Until Everyone Is Satisfied, Even Those Who Offend Us And Must Be Punished By Us. You Can See, By What We Have Done With These Two Boys, That Justice Is Not Only The Way We Punish Those Who Do Wrong. It Is Also The Way We Try To Save Them.