I Said, 'if Other Beings

You'll Find That My Coquetry Is Quite Impartial, Which Allows Me To Keep My Friends.

Breathing, Sleeping, Drinking, Eating, Working, Dreaming, Everything We Do Is Dying. To Live, In Fact, Is To Die.

The Only Certainty Is Death.

History, That Excitable And Unreliable Old Lady.

Our Memory Is A More Perfect World Than The Universe: It Gives Back Life To Those Who No Longer Exist.