There's Nothing To Mourn About Death Any

I Don't Think I'll Travel Anymore. Travel Is Nothing But An Inconvenience. There Is Always Enough Trouble Where You Are.

That Was All A Man Needed: Hope. It Was Lack Of Hope That Discouraged A Man.

Be It Peace Or Happiness Let It Enfold You

We Drove On And On, Past Little Villages And Both Good Things And Bad Things Were Happening To The People In Those Villages Too, But I Still Was Nothing But Arms And Ears And Eyes And Maybe There'd Be Either Some Good Luck For Me Or More Death Tomorrow.

To Create Art Means To Be Crazy Alone Forever.