Sung To The Tune Of O Christmas

..she Had That Brand Of Pragmatism That Would Find Her The First Brewing Tea After Armageddon.

I've Learned Two Things In My Life. One That Love Is The Beginning And End Of All Meaning. And Two That It Is The Same Thing Whatever Shape Our Souls Have Taken On This Journey. Love Is Love. Is Love.

Well, It Was Most Likely Too Late; There Would Not Be Time For Me To Flagellate Myself For Every Dishonorable Deed In That List, Nor Any Chance To Make Good The Harms I’d Done. Minor Harms, To Be Sure, In The Scheme Of Things; But Large Enough To Regret.

I've Always Thought That Sex And Horror Belonged Together.

We're Both Thieves, Harvey Swick. I Take Time. You Take Lives. But In The End We're The Same: Both Thieves Of Always.