Time Rises And Rises, And When It

But Nothing Is More Opaque Than Absolute Transparency.

I Began To Forget Myself In The Middle Of Sentences.

Freedom, Like Everything Else, Is Relative.

My Favorite Author's Question Of All Time - Because It's So Simple To Answer ... 'is Your Hair Really Like That, Or Do You Get It Done?

I'm Not Senile," I Snapped. "if I Burn The House Down It Will Be On Purpose.