Travel Far Enough, You Meet Yourself.

Dreams Are Shores Where The Ocean Of Spirit Meets The Land Of Matter. Dreams Are Beaches Where The Yet-to-be, The Once-were, The Will-never-be May Walk Awhile With The Still-are.

Do," Said Louisa Finally, "whatever You Can't Not Do.

Once Any Tyranny Becomes Accepted As Ordinary, Its Victory Is Assured.

I Really Wish They Hadn't Made The Set Out Of Asbestos.

Lunatics Are Writers Whose Works Write Them.