When I'm All Grown Up,

There Was Some Sadness In How That Could Happen, Falling Out Of Love With Something That Had Shaped You. Or Even People Who Had.

One Didn't Stop To Talk With Creatures From One's Nightmares.

Most Hated By The Dark, For Their Name Is Light.

It Is Always Difficult, Even With The Best Will In The World, To Look Back A Long Way And See Anything Resembling The Truth.

But If You Couldn't Do Everything, Did That Mean You Did Nothing?