Can't you see it all makes perfect sense, expressed in dollars and cents, pounds shillings and pence, can't you see it all; makes perfect sense

I'm in competition with myself and I'm losing.

I feel I have the potential to reach an audience beyond anything I can imagine.

Not the torturer will scare me, nor the body's final fall, nor the barrels of death's rifles, nor the shadows on the wall, nor the night when to the ground the last dim star of pain, is hurled but the blind indifference of a merciless, unfeeling world.

This is how you control your domestic population - by making people afraid and by identifying an enemy.

You run and you run to catch up to the sun but it's sinking, racing around to come up behind you again.

Each small candle lights a corner of the dark.