And Over It All, The Butterflies Swarmed,

All They Get Around Here Is Stories. Stories Don't Make You Bleed. Stories Don't Make You Go Hungry, Don't Give You Sore Feet. When You're Young Smelling Of Pigshit And Convinced There Ain't A Weapon In All The Damn World That's Going To Hurt You, All Stories Do Is Make You Want To Be Part Of Them.

A Civilization Can Easily Drown In What It Knows As In What Doesn't Know. Consider,' He Continued, Gotho's Folly. Gotho's Curse Was In Being Too Aware - Of Everything. Every Permutation, Every Potential. Enough To Poison Every Scan He Cast On The World. It Availed Him Naught, And Worse, He Was Aware Of Even That.

Any Reasonable Ruler Would Have The Expectation And The Demand The Other Way Round.

You Are Very Easily Exasperated, My Dear. If You're A Leaf Trembling On A Wide, Deep River, Relax And Ride The Current. It's Always Worked For Me, I Assure You.

No Purer Artist Exists Or Has Ever Existed Than A Child Freed To Imagine.