In Living We Die, In

Turn To The Light. Don't Fear The Shadow It Creates.

What Matters Is Discovering Myself Under The Veneer, Under The Layers That Are Wrapped Around Me. There Are Two 'yous'; There's 'you', The Real You, And Then There's The Image.

She Suddenly Began To Jump Up And Down, Screaming At The Top Of Her Lungs. "the Arks Are After Me! The Arks Are After Me! Help Me, The Arks Are After Me!" .... "the Arks! You Don't Understand, I Have The Ring And The Arks Are After Me!" .... (and So The Police Officer Is Puzzled Long Enough For Miriam And Seth To Escape)

How Can You Hope To Recognize Good And Evil For What They Truly Are If You Have No Belief In A Moral Authority Greater Than Yourself?

He Read Reports, Examined Evidence, And Poured More Reports Up The Chain Than The Pentagon Could Read. Nothing Short Of A Human Sieve. But In The End He Was Just One Small Piece On This Game Board Called War. End Of Story