Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...
That distant cathedral is all I see,fractured angel the other part of me
Do,or do not,there is no try
I got a plan john,this is a good one.We can't always fight nature, John.we can't fight change can't fight gravity we can't fight nothing. my whole life all I ever did was fight.but I cant give up neither,I cant fight my own nature.thats a paradox john you see.when I'm gone they'll just find another monster,they have to,because they have to justify their wages.our time has passed,john.