The true secret in being a hero lies in knowing the order of things...Things must happen when it is time for them to happen.

But I still feel I waste a lot of time leaning on my elbow and thinking to myself, 'alright sucker, now what?'

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.

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

Beyond the town, darker than dark, King Haggard's castle teetered like a lunatic on stilts.

What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain-- What is gone is gone.

Farewell,' she said. 'I hope you hear many more songs' - which was the best way she could think of to say good-bye to a butterfly.