The Long Historian Of My Country's Woes.

Friend, Many And Many A Dream Is Mere Confusion A Cobweb Of No Consequence At All. Two Gates For Ghostly Dreams There Are: One Gateway Of Honest Horn, And One Of Ivory. Issuing By The Ivory Gate Are Dreams Of Glimmering Illusion, Fantasies, But Those That Come Through Solid Polished Horn May Be Borne Out, If Mortals Only Know Them.

I Didn't Lie! I Just Created Fiction With My Mouth!

Most Grievous Of All Deaths It Is To Die Of Hunger.

The Whims Of Youth Break All The Rules.

Life And Death Are Balanced As It Were On The Edge Of A Razor