Pain Is All I Know." He Murmured.

Where There Is Cake, There Is Hope. And There Is Always Cake.

Loving The Ideal More Than The Reality Is The Cause Of All The Misery The Human Species Creates For Itself.

What Year These Events Transpired Is Of No Consequence. Where They Occured Is Not Important. The Time Is Always, And The Place Is Everywhere.

The Broom Wasn't As Comforting As A Flamethrower Would Have Been, But It Was Better Than A Mop And Certainly More Threatening Than A Feather Duster.

I Can't Go On To Page Two Until I Can Get Page One As Perfect As I Can Make It. That Might Mean I Will Rewrite And Rewrite Page One 20, 30, 50, 100 Times.