I Didn't Seem To Have That Effect

I Frightened Myself. I Became The Ghost Piper Was So Scared Of.

I'm A Century Old, An Impossible Age, And My Brain Has No Anchor In The Present. Instead It Drifts, Nearly Always To The Same Shore. Today, As Most Days, It Is 1962. The Year I Discovered Love.

After All This Time, I Know Exactly Where I Belong.

If You Have The Patience To Wait And Watch, History Will Reshape Truth (weakest Of All Forces, And Weightless) In The Image Of Opinion. What Really Happened Will Cease To Matter And, Eventually, Cease To Exist.

Fate Is Trying To Kill Me. I Miss My Dog. What's A Doctor Going To Say? You're Not Ill, You're Mad As A Muffin? They'll Either Lock Me Up Or Tell Me To Get A Grip And No One Will Believe The Truth Anyway.