She did not know if her gift came from the lord of light or of darkness, and now, finally finding that she didn't care which, she wad overcome with almost indescribable relief, as if a huge weight, long carried, had slipped from her shoulders.

Money talks, bullshit walks.

Long days and pleasant nights

and now, all these years later, it seem to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended

Hurt's a reason to change, but all the hurt in the world don't change facts.

We all float down here!

Because things like this you can only ssay once. And you either get it wrong or right, it's the end either way, because it's too hard to ever try to say again.