There wasn't really much else to do. Make something$$$ and die.

Those who have endured some misfortune will always be set apart$$$ but that it is just that misfortune which is their gift and which is their strength.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you$$$<br>Tomorrow I'll miss you.

The cost of oblivious daydreaming was always this moment of return$$$ the realignment with what had been before and now seemed a little worse.

When it's gone$$$ you'll know what a gift love was. You'll suffer like this. So go back and fight to keep it.

What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream.

Breathing$$$ sleeping$$$ drinking$$$ eating$$$ working$$$ dreaming$$$ everything we do is dying. To live$$$ in fact$$$ is to die.

There is no royal road to science$$$ and only those who do not dread the fatiguing climb of its steep paths have a chance of gaining its luminous summits.

I intend to live forever$$$ or die trying.

When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.