Wherever I Go, I Will Speak Of

I Remember When I Watched 'hellraiser' With My Mother. She Cried When She Saw My Name In The Opening Credits, And I Had To Tell Her That That Was The Happiest She Was Going To Be For The Next Two Hours.

Nothing Else Wounds So Deeply And Irreparably. Nothing Else Robs Us Of Hope So Much As Being Unloved By One We Love

Wherever I Go, I Will Speak Of You With Love.

Nothing Ever Begins. There Is No First Moment; No Single Word Or Place From Which This Or Any Story Springs. The Threads Can Always Be Traced Back To Some Earlier Tale, And The Tales That Preceded That; Though As The Narrator's Voice Recedes The Connections Will Seem To Grow More Tenuous, For Each Age Will Want The Tale Told As If It Were Of Its Own Making.

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