Only the good die young.
I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own.
We all end in the ocean. We all start in the streams. We're all carried along, by the river of dreams.
What if she figures out you're not very smart?
You look so polished from your hair down to your toes, but still your finger's gonna pick your nose.
There's always a place for the angry young man with his fist in the air and his head in the sand. He's never been able to learn from mistakes, he can't understand why his heart always breaks.