This world… belongs to the strong, my friend! The ritual of our existence is based on the strong getting stronger by devouring the weak.
But if they don't exist, how can a man see them?
I listened to them fade away till all I could hear was my memory of the sound.
The stars up close to the moon were pale; they got brighter and braver the farther they got out of the circle of light ruled by the giant moon
What makes people so impatient is what I can't figure; all the guy had to do was wait.
If you've got love in your heart, whatever you do from that moment out is likely to be right. If you've got that one true note ringing inside you, then whatever you do is going to be OK.