A Wrong That Cannot Be Repaired Must

You Sit Down And You Do It, And You Do It, And You Do It, Until You Have Learned To Do It.

You Can Go Home Again...so Long As You Understand That Home Is A Place Where You Have Never Been.

The Place They Go Towards Is A Place Even Less Imaginable To Us Than The City Of Happiness. I Cannot Describe It At All. It Is Possible It Does Not Exist. But They Seem To Know Where They Are Going, The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas.

This Is. And Thou Art. There Is No Safety. There Is No End. The Word Must Be Heard In Silence. There Must Be Darkness To See The Stars. The Dance Is Always Danced Above The Hollow Place, Above The Terrible Abyss.

Go To Bed; Tired Is Stupid.