Caught Between Glass And Wood, That Which

Fanatics Can Justify Practically Any Atrocity To Themselves. The More Untenable Their Position Becomes, The Harder They Hold To It, And The Worse The Things They Are Willing To Do To Support It.

I'm Not A Legend Or A Hero, I Don't Slay Dragons, I Don't Do Any Of The Things That A Real Hero Can. But I Can Make Things Better, One Day At A Time, For Most Of The Kingdom.

He Isn't Stupid, But His Interests Are So Narrow I Doubt I Could Slip A Sheet Of Paper In Between Them

In A Dog's World, Only Three States Existed: "now," "in A While," And "forever." If Someone Left, He Was Gone "forever," And When He Returned They Rejoiced As Much As If He Were Back From The Dead Precisely Because He'd Been Gone "forever.

The Dragonets Found The Carpenters To Be Even More Fascinating Than The Furniture, And Followed The Poor Men From Pen To Pen, Crowding Around To Watch, Tasting The Wooden Planks, Trying To Steal The Tools. It Made For An Interesting Day For Everyone, As The Boys Tried To Keep The Dragonets Away From The Carpenters, And The Dragonets Tried To Get At The Carpenters, And The Carpenters Worked Probably A Great Deal Faster Than They Ever Had In Their Lives, Sure That The Dragonets Would Go From Tasting The Wood To Tasting Them.