Daughter: You think I'll cry? I won't cry.
My heart will break before I cry - I will go mad.

Father: This cannot be all there is to life because in our confrontation with a cold cold universe there is something comical to the idea that we can really enforce our will on humanity. Power corrupts.

Daughter: What's happening?

Father: Power.

Daughter: This is scaring me.

"I live at the end of a five and a half minute hallway"

Father: . . . and at the end of it all lies of course the final phenomenon of deterioration - entropy - which is a predictable deterioration when the creative energy ceases: everything has to fall apart.

Daughter: Why are you always so serious?!

~thankyou POE