I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.
(...) You cruel creature, little mite of a thing with a heart the size of a fullstop.
We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.
There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.
When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once.
In the name of Annah the Allmaziful, the Everliving, the Bringer of Plurabilities, haloed be her eve, her singtime sung, her rill be run, unhemmed as it is uneven!