Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it's those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trails, or fracture by a permanent, damning fault line.

I hope when I'm ninety-five the only things I want are free: love, family, a good home-cooked meal.

It's just another of Robin's sayings. Like, 'Holy strawberries, Batman, we're in a jam! Or, Holy Kleenex, Batman, it was right under our nose and we blew it!

Nobody home but She for Whom I Am the World. Can't go on like this, can't keep doing it.- Jericho Barrons

I'd learned a thing or two. Hope strengthens. Fear kills.

Think you two puny Druids can hold this keep for a single night?

When my faith is getting weak And I feel like giving in You breathe into me again.