“I think of the immutable, cold laws governing the cause and effect. You come to, amongst the wreckage of your own making. Do you shut your eyes, lie still and hope to bleed to death? Or do you scrape yourself together, crawl over the edge and keep walking?”

“Death, is inevitable. Our fear of it makes us play safe. Blocking out emotion. That, however, is a losing game. Without passion, you’re already dead”.

“With a difficult choice ahead – time slows down, you see it all, heartbreak and scars”.

“Now that I was with her, I was reluctant to hear her answers”.

“X was right. There are no choices. Nothing but a straight line. The illusion comes afterwards. When you ask, why me, why now. You look back and see the branches, like a pruned bonsai tree – or a forked lightning. Had you done something differently, it wouldn’t be you – it would be someone else looking back, asking a different set of questions.”

“A beginning, is a very delicate time”.

“Twist the drama of the play to get you by”.

“The devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he’s dealt us
points at your flaming hair, and then we’re playing hide and seek
I can’t breathe easy here, less our trail’s gone cold behind us”