I Wrote Three Books, I Had Three

Pride Is All Very Well, But A Sausage Is A Sausage.

You Know How To Pray, Don’t You? Just Put Your Hands Together And Hope.

You Know, You're Rather Amusingly Wrong.

Whatever You Choose, Your Choice Will Mean There Are Two New Worlds. And Perhaps Sometimes, On The Edge Of Sleep, We Will See The Shadow Of The Other World. There Will Be No Unhappy Memories.

The Reaper Does Not Listen To The Harvest.