One often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it.

I can see their eyes.. but tell me something: can they see mine?

‘Cause what’s left to lose? I’ve done enough. And if I fail, well then I fail, but I gave it a shot. And these last three years, I know they’ve been hard, but now it’s time to get out of the desert and into the sun. Even if it’s alone.

“it’s the little sparks that fly and then land like dynamite…it’s just the simple things, pure incidentals…”