You are who you choose to be.

The Iron Man came to the top of the cliff. How far had he walked? Nobody knows. Where did he come from? Nobody knows. How was he made? Nobody knows. Taller than a house the Iron Man stood at the top of the cliff, at the very brink, in the darkness.

So we found the end of our journey. So we stood, alive in the river of light, Among the creatures of light, creatures of light.

The real mystery is this strange need. Why can't we just hide it and shut up? Why do we have to blab? Why do human beings need to confess?

You could become internationally famous - you're Gemini, and according to antique authority have a literary talent, which of course your letters prove.

He was his own leftover, the spat-out scrag. He was what his brain could make nothing of.

There is no better way to know us Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood.