Time really is one big continuous cloth, no? We habitually cut out pieces of time to fit us, so we tend to fool ourselves into thinking that time is our size, but it really goes on and on.
The light of morning decomposes everything.
Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.
People can generally be classified into two groups: the mediocre realists and the mediocre dreamers. You clearly belong to the latter. Your fate is and will always be the fate of a dreamer.
My biggest fault is that the faults I was born with grow bigger each year.
Most everything you think you know about me is nothing more than memories.
A friend to kill time is a friend sublime.