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"Nor public flame nor private, dares to shine; Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine! Lo! thy dread empire, CHAOS! is restor'd; Light dies before thy uncreating word; Thy hand, great Anarch, lets the curtain fall, And universal Darkness buries all" - Alexander Pope

"This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the form of houses and chimneys and riding smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air." - (oh yeah, those ashes) (reading) — 0 minutes ago

"This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridged and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the form of houses and chimneys and riding smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air." - (oh yeah, those ashes)

"When my mother was asked why, after three famous marriages, she did not try for a fourth, she observed, "My first husband had three balls. My second, two. My third, one. Even I know enough not to press my luck."

I cried from laughing.

"When my mother was asked why, after three famous marriages, she did not try for a fourth, she observed, "My first husband had three balls. My second, two. My third, one. Even I know enough not to press my luck."