Maybe Next Time, But Probably Not.

And This, Really, Is The Story-within-the-story, Because If You Do Not Believe That Hearts Can Bloom Suddenly Bigger, And That Love Can Open Like A Flower Out Of Even The Hardest Places, Then I Am Afraid That For You The World Will Be Long And Brown And Barren, And You Will Have Trouble Finding The Light. But If You Do Believe, Then You Already Know All About Magic.

The Rules Of Panic Are Simple. Anyone Can Enter. But Only One Person Will Win.

Quiet Through The Grave Go I; Or Else Beneath The Graves I Lie

We Leave Pippa Behind, Standing In The Dark, Teeming Bowels Of The Camp, While The Sun Begins To Stain The Sky Electric, And From All Sides The Guns Draw Closer.

If You Want Something, If You Take It For Your Own, You'll Always Be Taking It From Someone Else.