And, When You Can't Go

If You Want To Control Someone, All You Have To Do Is To Make Them Feel Afraid.

Everything Moves, And Everything Moves To A Rhythm. And Everything That Moves To A Rhythm Creates A Sound. At This Moment, The Same Thing Is Happening Here And Everywhere Else In The World.

We Could Go Back To The Time When We First Met: A Man In Emotional Tatters Over Someone Who Had Left Him, And A Woman Madly In Love With Her Neighbor. I Could Repeat What I Said To You Once: 'i'm Going To Fight To The Bitter End.' Well, I Fought And I Lost, And Now I'll Just Have To Lick My Wounds And Leave.

After Weeks On The Road, Listening To A Language You Don’t Understand, Using A Currency Whose Value You Don’t Comprehend, Walking Down Streets You’ve Never Walked Down Before, You Discover That Your Old “i,” Along With Everything You Ever Learned, Is Absolutely No Use At All In The Face Of Those New Challenges, And You Begin To Realize That Buried Deep In Your Unconscious Mind There Is Someone Much More Interesting And Adventurous And More Open To The World And To New Experiences.

No One Could Make A Choice Without Feeling Afraid.