Be polite to all, friendly to none. Be professional. Be ready to kill everyone and everything.

Be careful what you pray for.

Something is going on everywhere, most of which no one understands.

Every man heals himself.

I am always yours to call, wherever the sea can reach.

Now the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own. Just shadows, lamb-white hands beneath black robes spun of tears, glide among the celebrants on this night wherein the spirits of Thebes have found a home, if serendipitously.

What wastrel mankind destroyed takes time for nature to put to rights.