Death, Only, Renders Hope Futile.

Beast?" Jane Murmured. "then God Make Me A Beast; For, Man Or Beast, I Am Yours.

It Must Be That I Am Dreaming, And That I Shall Awaken In A Moment To See That Awful Knife Descending Toward My Heart- Kiss Me, Dear, Just Once Before I Lose My Dream Forever." -jane-

I Have Ever Been Prone To Seek Adventure And To Investigate And Experiment Where Wiser Men Would Have Left Well Enough Alone.

Traveling Through Space Is Stupifyingly Monotonous.

I Love You, And Because I Love You I Believe In You. But If I Did Not Believe, Still Should I Love. Had You Come Back For Me, And Had There Been No Other Way, I Would Have Gone Into The Jungle With You - Forever.