They'll be back. It's like a shark. Once they know it's wounded, they keep coming back.

The baby started coming. I could see the head.

Without your wounds where would your power be? It is your melancholy that makes your low voice tremble into the hearts of men and women. The very angels themselves cannot persuade the wretched and blundering children of this earth as can one human being broken on the wheels of living. In love’s service only wounded soldiers can serve.

The walking wounded, opening their veins and bleeding in public.

Shark Tale,

We tagged it, and it went out there, and the tag popped up. Then the shark came back, and we tagged it again.