Never Mind. There. For Good Or Bad.

I Hope You Read Some Fine Books And Kiss Someone Who Thinks You're Wonderful.

Media. I Think I Have Heard Of Her. Isn't She The One Who Killed Her Children?

There Are Three Things, And Three Things Only, That Can Lift The Pain Of Mortality And Ease The Ravages Of Life. These Are Wine, Women And Song.

I Like The Stars. It's The Illusion Of Permanence, I Think. I Mean, They're Always Flaring Up And Caving In And Going Out. But From Here, I Can Pretend...i Can Pretend That Things Last. I Can Pretend That Lives Last Longer Than Moments. Gods Come, And Gods Go. Mortals Flicker And Flash And Fade. Worlds Don't Last; And Stars And Galaxies Are Transient, Fleeting Things That Twinkle Like Fireflies And Vanish Into Cold And Dust. But I Can Pretend.

Oh, Monsters Are Scared. That's Why They're Monsters.