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I Have Lived Through War, And Lost Much. I Know What's Worth The Fight, And What Is Not. Honor And Courage Are Matters Of The Bone, And What A Man Will Kill For, He Will Sometimes Die For, Too. And That, O Kinsman, Is Why A Woman Has Broad Hips; That Bony Basin Will Harbor A Man And His Child Alike. A Man's Life Springs From His Woman's Bones, And In Her Blood Is His Honor Christened. For The Sake Of Love Alone, I Would Walk Through Fire Again.

What Underlies Great Science Is What Underlies Great Art, Whether It Is Visual Or Written, And That Is The Ability To Distinguish Patterns Out Of Chaos.

Where Did You Learn To Kiss Like That?” I Said, A Little Breathless. He Grinned And Pulled Me Close Again. “i Said I Was A Virgin, Not A Monk,” He Said, Kissing Me Again. “if I Find I Need Guidance, I’ll Ask.

Time Is A Lot Of The Things People Say That God Is. There's Always Preexisting, And Having No End. There's The Notion Of Being All Powerful-because Nothing Can Stand Against Time, Can It? Not Mountains, Not Armies. And Time Is, Of Course, All-healing. Give Anything Enough Time, And Everything Is Taken Care Of: All Pain Encompassed, All Hardship Erased, All Loss Subsumed. Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust. Remember, Man, That Thou Art Dust; And Unto Dust Thou Shalt Return. And If Time Is Anything Akin To God, I Suppose That Memory Must Be The Devil.

I Work Late At Night. I'm Awake And Nobody Bothers Me. It's Quiet And Things Come And Talk To Me In The Silence.