“Here, too, the honorable finds its dueand there are tears for passing things; here, too,things mortal touch the mind.”

“Yes, I am here. And you are lucky to be here too after all the absurd things you've done since you left home.”

“Give me the ability to understandto be more than just another manto do the things I was sent here to doand to touch the world gently as I pass through.”

“Nobody comes here anymore, its too crowded”

“There are so many things to say; so many things that can't really be said. So much has happened; so little has changed. We have so many words prepared; so many words are too hard to actually say. A few days have passed; this pain has been here for years. We don't know where to go from here; our future has always been in our minds. Moments of peace with those who constantly argue; fights with those that usually bring peace. There are so many things to say; so many things that can't really be said.”

“Here was a thing that would grow old; here was a thing that would turn beautiful and lose that beauty, that would inherit the grace but also the bad ear and flawed figure of her mother, that would smile too much and squint too often and spend the last decades of her life creaming away the wrinkles made in youth until she finally gave up and wore a collar of pears to hide a wattle; here was the ordinary sadness of the world.”