“I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.”
“Theoretically there is no absolute proof that one's awakening in the morning (the finding oneself again in the saddle of one's personality) is not really a quite unprecedented event, a perfectly original birth.”
“One morning I woke up and was plunged into psychological shock. I had forgotten I was free.”
“...with white dawns and glaring moons, and sunsets smeared with too much color.”
“This is how everything should end: with the forgotten remembered, the wounded healed, and the sinners forgiven.”
“Maybe one day the smears of paint Harley left throughout Godspeed will fade, and maybe the stars never will, but i'd rather have Harley's colors.”