Prejudice Is A Product Of Ignorance That

Humans Like Stories. Humans Need Stories. Stories Are Good. Stories Work. Story Clarifies And Captures The Essence Of The Human Spirit. Story, In All Its Forms—of Life, Of Love, Of Knowledge—has Traced The Upward Surge Of Mankind. And Story, You Mark My Words, Will Be With The Last Human To Draw Breath.

The Universe Always Moves From An Ordered State To A Disordered One; That A Glass May Fall To The Ground And Shatter Yet You Never See A Broken Glass Reassemble Itself And Then Jump Back On The Table.

How Fishy On The Fishiness Scale? Ten Is A Stickleback And One Is A Whale Shark." "a Whale Isn't A Fish, Thursday." "a Whale Shark Is--sort Of." "all Right, It's As Fishy As A Crayfish." "a Crayfish Isn't A Fish." "a Starfish, Then." "still Not A Fish." "this Is A Very Odd Conversation, Thursday.

Once Upon A Midnight Dreary, While I Pondered Weak And Weary, O’er A Plan To Venge Myself Upon That Cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre Affair, So Surprising, Gives My Soul Such Loath Despising, Here I Plot My Temper Rising, Rising From My Jail Of Text. “get Me Out!” I Said, Advising, “pluck Me From This Jail Of Text- Or I Swear I’ll Wring Your Neck!

Marriage, Like Spinach And Opera, Was Something I Had Never Thought I Would Like.