We Are All Eaters Of Souls.

Belief In One's Identity As A Poet Or Writer Prior To The Acid Test Of Publication Is As Naive And Harmless As The Youthful Belief In One's Immortality... And The Inevitable Disillusionment Is Just As Painful.

The Shortest Route To Courage Is Absolute Ignorance.

Want To Talk About Shakespeare's Sonnets?" Asked Orphu Of Io. Are You Shitting Me?" The Moravecs Loved The Ancient Human Colloquial Phrases, The More Scatological The Better. Yes," Said Orphu. "i Am Most Definitely Shitting You, My Friend.

It's Odd How Violence And Humor So Often Go Together, Isn't It?

I Know What Cancer Was. How Is It Like Humankind?" Sek Hardeen's Perfectly Modulated, Softly Accented Tones Showed A Hint Of Agitation. "we Have Spread Out Through The Galaxy Like Cancer Cells Through A Living Body, Duré. We Multiply Without Thought To The Countless Life Forms That Must Die Or Be Pushed Aside So That We May Breed And Flourish. We Eradicate Competing Forms Of Intelligent Life.