Only In Our Dreams Are We Free.

Colon Has Always Thought That Heroes Had Some Special Kind Of Clockwork That Made Them Go Out And Die Famously For God, Country And Apple Pie, Or Whatever Particular Delicacy Their Mother Made. It Had Never Occurred To Him That They Might Do It Because They'd Get Yelled At If They Didn't.

Time Is A Drug. Too Much Of It Kills You.

Do You Think There’s Anything To Eat In This Forest?” “yes,” Said The Wizard Bitterly, “us.

The Trouble With Thinking Was That, Once You Started, You Went On Doing It.

Where's My Cow? Are You My Cow?