Elizabeth Sheathed Her Sword, Knelt Behind Him,

If You Write Really Good Material, The Rest Just Falls Into Place. There's Really No Trick To It.

‎and When This Intoxication Has Worn Away... When Every Desire Is Fulfilled And Every Language Learned- When There Are No More Distant Cities To Explore; No Classics To Be Studied; Not Another Coin To Be Stuffed In To One's Coffers- What Then? One Can Have All The Comforts Of The World, But What Use Are They If There Is No Comfort In Them?

I Leave You, Hoping That The Lamp Of Liberty Will Burn In Your Bosoms Until There Shall No Longer Be A Doubt That All Mean Are Created Free And Equal.

So I Suggest You Stick Close, Pay Attention, And Avoid Breaking The Terrorverse's Only Commandment: Thou Shall Not Be Stupid.

Some People Say "if We Split Up,we Can Cover More Ground"-with Blood