All these words are just a front. What I would really like to do is chain you to my body, then sing for days & days & days.

Be kind to your sleeping heart. Take it out into the vast fields of light...And let it breathe.

In time of trouble avert not thy face from hope, for the soft marrow abideth in the hard bone.

Woe to the dupe that yields to Fate!

How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!

The world is a bride of surpassing beauty-but remember that this maiden is never bound to anyone.

Time is a factory where everyone slaves away earning enough love to break their own chains.