The Intelligence Of The Creature Known As

Little Crimes Breed Big Crimes. You Smile At Little Crimes And Then Big Crimes Blow Your Head Off.

The Trouble With Life Was That You Didn’t Get A Chance To Practice Before Doing It For Real.

The Kind Of Accidents You Prefer To Call...accidents.

Once Upon A Time The Plural Of 'wizard' Was 'war'.

The Librarian Was Not Familiar With Love, Which Had Always Struck Him As A Bit Ethereal And Soppy, But Kindness, On The Other Hand, Was Practical. You Knew Where You Were With Kindness, Especially If You Were Holding A Pie It Had Just Given You.