As we live we all get caught and torn by various traps. Nobody escapes them. Some even live with them. The idea is to realize that a trap is a trap. If you are in one and you don't realize it, then you're finished.

The park grass looked greener, the park benches looked better and the flowers were trying harder.

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

what matters most is how well you walk through the fire

I never met another man I'd rather be. And even if that's a delusion, it's a lucky one.

Now something so sad has hold of us that the breath leaves and we can't even cry.

The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left.