"it Doesn't Matter How Long It Takes."

If You Can't Dance On It, It Isn't Coffee.

Why Is It You Think You'll Live Forever And Why Do You Want To, I'd Like To Know, When You Deny Yourselves So Many Of The Basic Pleasures In Life?

Why?” He Tilted His Head. “that’s A Tricky One. Could It Be Your Serenity, Your Quiet Manner, Your Flawless Fashion Sense?” It Did His Heart Good To See Her Quick, Amused Grin. “no, I Must Be Thinking Of Someone Else. It Must Be Your Courage, Your Absolute Dedication To Balancing Scales, That Restless Mind, And That Sweet Corner Of Your Heart That Pushes You To Care So Much About So Many.” “that’s Not Me.” “oh, But It Is You, Darling Eve.

I'm A Barrel Of Monkeys, Kid, Though Mostly I Figure Monkeys Stuck In A Barrel Are Just Going To Be Pissed Off.

Shannon: Only The Living Suffered. Only They Were Riddled With Guilt And Regret And Unanswered Questions.