She’s Not For You, Nor You For

Should And Would Build No Bridges.

If It's Not Forbidden, Then It's Allowed

The Golden Crane Flies For Tarmon Gai'don!

Hope Is Like A Piece Of String When You’re Drowning; It Just Isn’t Enough To Get You Out By Itself.

We Rode On The Winds Of The Rising Storm, We Ran To The Sounds Of The Thunder. We Danced Among The Lightning Bolts, And Tore The World Asunder.