I Have Nothing To Say For Myself,

Was There Any Human Urge More Pitiful-or More Intense- Than Wanting Another Chance At Something?

I Will Be Waiting By Candlelight In Our Tree House Of The Mind.

You Can't Let Facts Get In The Way Of The Truth.

The Soul May Not Be Destroyed. The Soul Goes On Forever. Like The Number Pi, It Is Without Cessation Or Conclusion. Like Pi It Is A Constant. Pi Is An Irrational Number, Incapable Of Being Made Into A Fraction, Impossible To Divide From Itself. So, Too, The Soul Is An Irrational, Indivisible Equation That Perfectly Expresses One Thing: You.

I Mean, When The World Comes For Your Children, With The Knives Out, It's Your Job To Stand In The Way.