Time doesn't go. Time stays. We go.
In the coldest February, as in every other month in every other year, the best thing to hold on to in this world is each other.
Just because it's a rat race doesn't mean it's okay to be a rat.
Like Nietzsche, I believe that without music, life would be a mistake. Nothing but silence says it better.
Styles, like everything else, change. Style doesn't.
Only dead fish swim with the stream all of the time.