"When I was a child, my favorite story was about a man who lived forever, but whose eyes were heavy with the weight of all he’d seen. A man who fell from the stars.”
Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame. Whatever the cost.
Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call, everybody lives.
WHAT HAVE I DONE
THE BOTTOM ONE THOUGH
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE