song of elli (old age) "What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain What is gone is gone... What is sea-born dies on land, Soft is trod upon. What is given burns the hand - What is gone is gone... Here is there, and high is low; All may be undone. What is true, no two men know - What is gone is gone... Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose - What is gone is gone.

Sparrows and cats will live in my shoe, Sooner than I will live with you. Fish will come walking out of the sea, Sooner than you will come back to me.

If a man loved me, I would have talked myself into loving him, and I would have loved him very deeply after a while.

Avicenna California...Museum of my twisted youth, vault of my dearest and most disgusting memories.

No," he repeated, and this time the word tolled in another voice, a king's voice... whose grief was not for what he did not have, but for what he could not give.

A Clock is not time; it's numbers and springs. Pay it no mind.

Never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention.