­do Back Exercises. Pain Is Distracting.

The Sands Of Time Are Quicksands ... So Much Can Sink Into Them Without A Trace.

Their Mothers Had Finally Caught Up To Them And Been Proven Right. There Were Consequences After All But They Were The Consequences To Things You Didn't Even Know You'd Done.

Winning Intoxicates You, And Numbs You To The Sufferings Of Others.

You're Dead, Cordelia.' No I'm Not. 'yes You Are. You're Dead. Lie Down.

In The End, We'll All Become Stories.