Here then - the after math of meaning. A liftime finished between the space of two frames.

Here then at long last is my darkness. No cry of light, no glimmer, not even the faintest shard of hope to break free across the hold.

Youth always tries to fill the void, an old man learns to live with it.

Have no fear, you will find your way. It's in your bones. It's in your soul.

Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of ‘not knowing.

I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real

Losing the possibility of something is the exact same thing as losing hope and without hope nothing can survive.

Little solace comes to those who grieve when thoughts keep drifting as walls keep shifting and this great blue world of ours seems a house of leaves moments before the wind.

We all create stories to protect ourselves.

Knowledge is hot water on wool. It shrinks time and space.

Who has never killed an hour?

I opened my eyes to find a fuzzy face staring into mine. I laughed and scratched Boomer’s head. “Your dog is a pervert, he watched the whole thing.

It was not feasible to lose time in making careful surveys or extensive preliminary studies of possible control methods

With showrunning, the more successful you get, the more you're pulled away from the writing.

Lamps make oil-spots and candles need snuffing; it is only the light of heaven that shines pure and leaves no stain.

I move very well. Being able to go at different types of players, that's where I have an advantage.

Unfortunately most accidents are preventable. Planes don't fall out of the sky unless something is wrong.

I have a horror of the word 'flesh', which has become so shopworn.Why not 'meat'whilethey're about it? What I like is skin, a young girl's skin that is pink and shows that she has a good circulation.

It is a weak man who blames his failures on the strength of others.

Faith is the highest passion in a man.

How shall we celebrate the day,When God appeared in mortal clay,The mark of worldly scorn;When the Archangel's heavenly Lays,Attempted the Redeemer's Praise,And hail'd Salvation's Morn!