Dying In A A War Never Stopped

The Night Kept Coming On In And There Was Nothing I Could Do.

I Have Two Rules. One Is, Never Trust A Man Who Smokes A Pipe. The Other Is, Never Trust A Man With Shiny Shoes.

Magic Persists Without Us No Matter What We May Do To Try To Spoil It

There's No Clarity. There Was Never Meant To Be Clarity.

I Was A Man Who Thrived On Solitude; Without It I Was Like Another Man Without Food Or Water. Each Day Without Solitude Weakened Me. I Took No Pride In My Solitude; But I Was Dependent On It. The Darkness Of The Room Was Like Sunlight To Me.