I'm A Fart In A Gale Of

For Most People, Life Is Nasty, Brutish, And Short; For Me, It Has Simply Been Nasty And Brutish.

The Night Is A Skin Pulled Over The Head Of Day That The Day May Be In Torment.

There Is Always More Surface To A Shattered Object Than A Whole.

Madness To Us Means Reversion; To Such People As Una And Lena It Meant Progression. Now Their Uncle Had Entered Into A Land Beyond Them, The Land Of Fancy. For Fifty Years He Had Been As They Were, Silent, Hard-working, Unimaginative. Then All Of A Sudden, Like A Scholar Passing His Degree, He Had Gone Up Into Another Form.

God, Children Know Something They Can't Tell; They Like Red Riding Hood And The Wolf In Bed!