I don't want to hear music, I don't want the sunrise to be pink. The world is a liar. Its ugliness is overwhelming; the scraps of beauty make it worse.

I would like my life to be a movie so I could cut to a montage.

Are my words ever actually audible, or do they just echo in my head while people stare at me, waiting?

What I'm saying is, when you have weight like that in your life, you have to start looking for the bigger picture or you are gonna sink.

Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time.

...and we'll see what happens when we say Yes while this rigor mortis world screams No.

Sometimes I wonder if he has a philosophy. Maybe even a worldview. I'd like to sit down with him and pick his brain, just a tiny bit somewhere in the frontal lobe to get a taste of his thoughts. But he's too much of a toughguy to ever be that vulnerable. - R on M