Many Of The Things Which Can Never

A Slavish Concern For The Composition Of Words Is The Sign Of A Bankrupt Intellect. Be Gone, Odious Wasp! You Smell Of Decayed Syllables.

...it's Very Much Like Your Trying To Reach Infinity. You Know That It's There, You Just Don't Know Where-but Just Because You Can Never Reach It Doesn't Mean That It's Not Worth Looking For.

Just As I Thought: Boys Are The Cause Of Everything.

And Some Looked Even More Like Each Other Than They Did Like Themselves.

Is Everyone Who Lives In Ignorance Like You?" Asked Milo. "much Worse," He Said Longingly. "but I Don't Live Here. I'm From A Place Very Far Away Called Context.