Do Not Shout At Me, Mr. Quill,"

I Wonder Sometimes If The Motivation For Writers Ought To Be Contempt, Not Admiration.

Your Trust In Rationality Makes You Irrational.

Poke Gave Him Life. Ender Gave It Meaning.

The First Of A Thousand Lies. Truth Flowed To Micah Quill, Was Sucked In And Disappeared, And Emerged Again Looking Ever So Much Like It Used To, But Changed Subtly, At The Edges, Where None Would Notice, So That Simple Truth Became A Complicated Fabric Indeed, One That Could Wrap You Up So Tightly And Close You Off From The Air Until You Suffocated In It.

If You Listen Very Carefully, You Can Hear The Good Fairy Come In The Night And Leave Our Assignment For Tomorrow.