We Battled In Secret, Undeclared, And After

I Want, I Don’t Want. How Can One Live With Such A Heart?

Stick A Shovel Into The Ground Almost Anywhere And Some Horrible Thing Or Other Will Come To Light. Good For Trade, We Thrive On Bones; Without Them There'd Be No Stories.

I Myself Have 12 Hats And Each One Represents A Different Personality. Why Just Be Yourself.

Because I Am A Mother, I Am Capable Of Being Shocked: As I Never Was When I Was Not One.

Without The Light, No Chance; Without The Dark, No Dance.