Perfect Imitations Must Share The Fate Of

One Has To Multiply Thoughts To The Point Where There Aren't Enough Policemen To Control Them

Pants Get Shiny Even On A Throne.

Burning Stakes Do Not Lighten The Darkness.

Here Lies William Trollope, Who Made These Stones Roll Up; When Death Took His Soul Up, His Body Filled This Hole Up

I Has A Dream About Reality. It Was Such A Relief To Wake Up.