Time Is A Face On The Water.

Sometimes The Things Presented To Us As Choices Aren't Choices At All.

Humans Were Built To Look Back; That's Why We Have That Swivel Joint In Our Necks

He Looked To Her Like An Absurd Twentieth-century Hamlet, An Indecisive Figure So Mesmerized By Onrushing Tragedy That He Was Helpless To Divert Its Course Or Alter It In Any Way.

Never's The Word God Listens For When He Needs A Laugh.

We Are Going To Fight. We Are Going To Be Hurt. And In The End, We Will Stand.