If A Writer Stops Observing,

Remember Everything Is Right Until It's Wrong. You'll Know When It's Wrong.

This Was The Price You Paid For Sleeping Together. This Was The End Of The Trap. This Was What People Got For Loving Each Other.

Hail Nothing Full Of Nothing, Nothing Is With Thee.

For We Have Thought The Longer Thoughts And Gone The Shorter Way. And We Have Danced To Devils' Tunes, Shivering Home To Pray; To Serve One Master In The Night, Another In The Day.

No One Ever Stopped When They Were Winning.