There's Always A Price For What You

Well. There Was Noting To Be Done For It. Things Had Happened As They Did, Time's Arrow Had Yet To Be Reversed By Humans, Done Was Done. If A Man Spent His Life Looking Over His Shoulder At Every Possible Branching Of His Path He Could Have Taken, He Would Never Accomplish Anything. One Must Learn From History So As Not To Repeat It, But One Must Not Waste One's Energy Or Time Worrying About What Might Have Been. Sorry . . . But People Die Every Day And The Galaxy Continues On Quite Well Without Them. Consider Yourself Lucky You Are One Of Those As Yet Unselected By The Fates.

What We're Focusing On Is The Images That Were In People's Minds Being Replaced By Fresh Images, To Make Way For The Rebirth Of New Orleans. We're Showing The Other Side.

When They'd Been On The Run, With Death Maybe Lying In Wait Around Any Corner, They Had Never Been More Alive. When Each Day Might Be Your Last, It Made A Big Difference. You Couldn't Maintain That State Forever, Of Course; The Stress Would Eat You Alive, But Putting Yourself At Risk Did Bring Out Your Best-or Your Worst

No, Now He Didn't Want To Let Himself Get Too Close Because He Knew It Wasn't Going To Last. Good Stuff Never Lasted. Change Would Come And Wipe It Away, And What Was The Point? It Hurt Too Much Every Time It Was Ripped Away And He Was Getting Tired Of Losing Pieces Of Himself. Pretty Soon There Wouldn't Be Much Left, Just Scraps Of Gristle And Bone Without Feeling. He Didn't Need That

The Injury That We Do To A Man Must Be Such That We Need Not Fear His Vengeance.