I also love Disney, and will defend doing so, because there's so much in those films and I don't care if it's stereotyped.

It gets cold in the desert at night, particularly up in the mountains; the stars hammer on the rock and strike frost.

The humble were the elect of God. Did not the priests teach so, in their gemmed, kingly robes, from their towering pulpits?

What is any of this to us? Time is endless and ours. Love and Death are only the games we play in it.

It was not apathy. It was an intelligent disinterest in those things that could have no bearing on one's existence.

I will draw you back to me. You shall see. By a chain of stars.

I never know where I am going, though. That is part of what makes it so wonderful. And after all, who does?