↳ Adam Raised a Cain
Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt I’ll go
All the lassies cry, “Hello! Donald, where’s your trousers?”
↳ To the Lighthouse
"People matter, John. They’re all that matters. Don’t ever forget that."
↳ Today is the Day, part 2
"You didn’t want to be John Baum. You wanted to be John Connor."
"That’s just the thing, isn’t it? I am John Connor.”
↳ Today is the Day, part 1
"We’re all a threat to John. He worries about us. That makes him vulnerable. He cares."
↳ Ourselves Alone
"I gave you a purpose. A chance to be a hero. You know how few people get a chance for their lives to mean something? For their deaths to mean something? I made you matter."
↳ Some Must Watch, While Some Must Sleep
Midnight is the witching hour. If you believe that kind of thing, and most people won’t admit it if they do. Midnight is the time when a door opens from our world into the next and we are visited by dark spirits of the shadow lands — the incubus, the succubus, the old hag. Visitors are known by many names, but each story bears the same marks. The demons come after midnight in the first three hours of the new day when we are alone and vulnerable, deep asleep and hopeless. When we cannot move. They lay on us, press on us, suffocate us, take from us what is most precious. Our lives, our love, our sanity. Our sleep.
If you believe in that kind of thing.
↳ Desert Cantos
"Sometimes it’s better not to ask too many questions."
↳ The Good Wound
"John Connor gave me a picture of you once. I didn’t know why at the time. You were young, like you are now. I always wondered what you were thinking in that moment. You seemed a little sad. Like you were remembering something long gone. I came across time for you, Sarah. I love you. I always have."