it's always you and her , isn't it ? long after the rest of us are gone , a boy and his box off to see the universe .
some people live more in 20 years than others do in in 80. it's not the time that matters , it's the person .
he's like fire and ice and rage. he burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe. and he's wonderful.
my journey is the same as yours , the same as anyone's. it's taken me so many years , so many lifetimes, but at last i know where I'm going.
we are all stories in the end
the least important things , sometimes my dear boy , lead to the greatest discoveries.
900 years of time and space , and I've never met anyone who wasn't important
keep your hands off my lobby boy !