I've Sometimes Thought . . . That

When Ladies Used To Come To Me In Dreams, I Said, 'pretty Mother, Pretty Mother.' But When At Last She Really Came, I Shot Her.

There Are Many Different Kinds Of Bravery. There's The Bravery Of Thinking Of Others Before One's Self. Now, Your Father Has Never Brandished A Sword Nor Fired A Pistol, Thank Heavens. But He Has Made Many Sacrifices For His Family, And Put Away Many Dreams... He Put Them In A Drawer. And Sometimes, Late At Night, We Take Them Out And Admire Them. But It Gets Harder And Harder To Close The Drawer... He Does. And That Is Why He Is Brave.

Temper Is A Weapon That We Hold By The Blade.

Stars Are Beautiful, But They May Not Take Part In Anything, They Must Just Look On Forever.

Next Moment He Was Standing Erect On The Rock Again, With That Smile On His Face And A Drum Beating Within Him. It Was Saying, "to Die Will Be An Awfully Big Adventure.