Gestures are all that I have; sometimes they must be grand in nature.

People speak of a will to live. They rarely speak of a will to die. Because people are afraid of death. Death is dark and unknown and frightening. But not for me. It is not the end.

We are the creators of our own destiny.

The race is long. It is better to drive within oneself and finish the race behind the other than it is to drive too hard and crash.

And I wonder: Have I squandered my dogness? Have I forsaken my nature for my desires? Have I made a mistake by anticipating my future and shunning my present?

Your car goes where your eyes go. Lonliness is unable to survive without a willing host.

Yet for every peak there is a valley.