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All The Skies Of All The Worlds"When you run with the Doctor, it feels like it'll never end. But however hard you try you can't run forever. Everybody knows that everybody dies and nobody knows it like the Doctor. But I do think that all the skies of all the worlds might just turn dark if he ever for one moment, accepts it. Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Somedays nobody dies at all. Now and then, and 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." - Professor River Song, on Doctor Who. 07:11 - 2008-Jun-12 - comments {17} - post commentThe KeyThere may be some among you readers who have never heard of Farscape. To you I say, forshame, and also...
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11:44 - 2008-Jan-11 - comments {20} - post commentNeeds Of The OneTime to let my geekiness out for a walk.
![]() 08:59 - 2007-Dec-30 - comments {27} - post commentIfThis week's quote is not so much a quote as it is an entire poem. It is my favorite poem, to be exact. It is Rudyard Kipling's If.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you But make allowance for their doubting too, If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream--and not make dreams your master, If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; If all men count with you, but none too much, If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son! 07:14 - 2007-Nov-26 - comments {6} - post commentParagon Of AnimalsThis week's quote comes from a rather unknown poet/playwrite, who dabbled with philosophical questions and wrote a few good monologues.
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