Would I agree that memories keep us alive? Given all the precious remembrances that live within this head of mine both good and bad, I can say that I definitely believe in their power. I can say I wouldn't be the being I've evolved into if it were not for the events I've caused and endured, and those now are memories, so yes, in a round about way, they are sustaining.

I "went poof" because I had already told you I was tired of answering questions, and you didn't seem to want to allow me my right to refuse your inquisition. You're right though, I'm sure it left you wanting more of me, and that's good, I guess. You ask why do I feel so alone. Don't think you know how I feel. I've said here that isn't accurate, so rethink your questioning of such things and there will be nothing for you to "get". If you need more than my simple answers to make you happy, I suggest you be patient, because I am not.

Hello and welcome. I believe we exchanged greetings when you first came to the forum, but that seems faded now so I certainly do not mind extending our hello once again. Don't worry about being quiet Madame, sometimes that is a good thing, but I'll be here if you desire to speak up at any time.

Wonderful then. What quiet pleasure it gives me to know you're out there, listening, and maybe as it has been, when I say something provocative enough you will once again find reason to whisper your thoughts to me as you do so well.

Bah! Let people think what they will. It's a symptom of notoriety you know, that others want to guess at the things you do or say. You don't fool me though, my Italian friend, you like the game nearly as much as I do. Whatever it was that actually did call you away so suddenly, I'm glad it was something so enormously pleasing to you, and may you have the occasion come again, as the best of pleasures do.

What a pleasant bit of original verse. A nice thing to see upon waking this evening, and I thank you for it. I am sure we will meet again soon in the chat room, and you can once again greet me there with those naughty little comments that you'd like everyone to think slip so innocently from your lips. Ah, but you're not fooling the master.

Did your significant other tell you I spoke with him last night? I said "Ah you are the one who does not want a dog named Lestat." To which he replied something like he would have to ask you about it, because it sounded like you were using him as an excuse, whatever that means, but I told him I could sympathize with the situation. I mean... Come On!

Well enjoy that movie. I haven't seen it yet and I don't know whether I will. Some nights I think I want to, and other nights I could care less about film and so on. Probably sooner or later I will go see it or get it on DVD. Catherine Zeta-Jones reminds me of a mortal girl I know.

Ah, that your soul struggles, as you say, makes you all the more precious in the light of the world. Your name, surprisingly wasn't so hard for me to come up with, and I'll leave it to you to decide if you like it, and why I chose it for you. I look forward to touching your equilibrium for better or worse, in the nights to come.

A lot of time cheerfully amusing themselves hm? Some might then say I am like a kitten at times by that criteria. I have awfully sharp teeth though that no sane veterinarian would want to tackle. Just make sure not to leave messes on the floor or I'll put you out in the rain.

I think you're right about that, like little children whose playtime has degenerated into smacking one another. Should President Bush and Saddam be sent to time out chairs then, in separate corners, while the nursery maids aka the UN inspectors, run about trying to fix whatever started the tiff in the first place? Ha. A comical analogy, yes?

No, no dear one, don't make me take credit for your mistakes, for I have enough of my own to contend with, though I tend to play them off as lessons rather than mistakes. Some evening I have the time, I wouldn't mind hearing your disclosures.