I wasn't really dead.

I thought the only lonely place was on the moon.

We thought we'd be really big in Liverpool.

The long and winding road that leads to your door Will never disappear, I've seen that road before it always leads me here, Leads me to your door.

Real truth was out there in the shattered outhabs of Vervun hive. Real truth was waiting and silence, courage and stealth. Real truth was the ability to functi…

Five and twenty ponies Trotting through the dark- Brandy for the Parson, 'Baccy for the Clerk. Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie - Watch the wall, m…

What is true is that I have at times earned my own crust of bread, and at other times a friend has given it to me out of the goodness of his heart. I have live…