I Am So Smart. I Am So

I Long For Home, Long For The Sight Of Home.

Everything Is More Beautiful Because We're Doomed. You Will Never Be Lovelier Than You Are Now. We Will Never Be Here Again.

[b]ut It Is Only What Happens, When They Die, To All Mortals. The Sinews No Longer Hold The Flesh And The Bones Together, And Once The Spirit Has Let The White Bones, All The Rest Of The Body Is Made Subject To The Fire's Strong Fury, But The Soul Flitters Out Like A Dream And Flies Away.

Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A Deathless Goddess-- So She Strikes Our Eyes!

Don't Mess With The Dead, Boy, They Have Eerie Powers.