Words, As You Well Know,

Come To Us And Quackle And Quank. Relieve Us Of Our Stirrings With Your Fangs So Sharp And Bright Take This Blood That's Always Purring. Through Our Hollow Bones It Flows To Each Feather And Downy Fluff. Quell The Terrible, Horrid Urge That So Often Prinkles Us, Still Our Dreams, Make Slow Our Thoughts Let Tranquillity Flood Our Veins. Come To Us And Drink Your Fill So We Might End Our Pains. - The Owls At St. Aegolius Calling To The Bats

Legends Were Not Only For The Desperate. Legends Were For The Brave. (soren)

Dreams Weigh Nothing. - Marie Antoinette

I Am Ashamed Of Anyone Who Has Eyes And Still Can't See.

What Are Emotions Exactly?' Lutta Asked. 'silly Feelings That Get In The Way Of Actions.