No, Father. I lack for nothing. I have my meal cakes and my ale. I have my shadows and my colors. And there is the smell of time passing. I need noth… - Harlan Ellison

Love, n. The folly of thinking much of another before one knows anything of oneself. Love, n. A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder. This disease, like caries and many other ailments, is prevalent only among civilized races living under artificial conditions; barbarous nations breathing pure air and eating simple food enjoy immunity from its ravages. It is sometimes fatal, but more frequently to the physician than to the patient.

Surrounded by madness, surrounded by hunger, surrounded by everything but death, I knew death was our only way out.

THE WAY YOU WALK IS THORNY, MY SON, THROUGH NO FAULT OF YOUR OWN.