When You Betray Somebody Else,

Every Body Resisted (the Slaughterer) In Its Own Fashion, Tried To Escape And Seemed To Argue With The Creator To Its Last Breath.

There Is Great Treasure There Behind Our Skull And This Is True About All Of Us. This Little Treasure Has Great, Great Powers, And I Would Say We Only Have Learnt A Very, Very Small Part Of What It Can Do.

What A Strange Power There Is In Clothing.

But If We Have People Who Have The Power To Tell A Story, There Will Always Be Readers.

Actually, The True Story Of A Person's Life Can Never Be Written. It Is Beyond The Power Of Literature. The Full Tale Of Any Life Would Be Both Utterly Boring And Utterly Unbelievable.