There's Only Room For One Hero In

Horror Was Rooted In Sympathy . . . In Understanding What It Would Be Like To Suffer The Worst.

You Loved Me As Hard As You Knew How. I'd Give Anything To Go Back And Love You Better.

What A Blessed If Painful Thing, This Business Of Being Alive.

Who Knows What May Lie Around The Next Corner? There May Be A Window Somewhere Ahead. It May Look Out On A Field Of Sunflowers.

Her Sanity Was A Fragile Thing, A Butterfly Cupped In Her Hands, That She Carried With Her Everywhere, Afraid Of What Would Happen If She Let It Go-or Got Careless And Crushed It.