“Let us cross the river to the other side and rest beneath the shade of the trees. [Stonwall Jackson just before passing into eternity in 1863.]”

“Let us cross over the river, and rest in the shade of the trees.”

“Let me explain before another word is written: I have never once asked a cat, "So tell me what's up, Charlie?" and Charlie says, "Jeez Jackson, thanks for asking. A little annoyed by the fluorescent lights, and will you please check out this tiny piece-of-junk pan I have to crap in but, hey, I still got my legs, you know? Can't complain, pal.”

“Go where we may, rest where we will,Eternal London haunts us still.”

“People ask me how I make music. I tell them I just step into it. It's like stepping into a river and joining the flow. Every moment in the river has its song.”

“The ocean. For miles and miles it stretches, seeming endless. Calm at times, and a ravage monster at other times, swallowing anything it can grasp, clawing at the sides of the lands with its cold, salty claws.But for now it rested peacefully, awaiting the boy who should come sit upon its banks and stare at it with a peaceful mind...”

“Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.”