Every Hour Wounds. The Last One Kills.

If The Same Object From Two Different Times Touches Itself, One Of Two Things Will Happen. Either The Universe Will Cease To Exist. Or Three Remarkable Dwarfs Will Dance Through The Streets With Flowerpots On Their Heads.

I've Known Ambitious People With No Aptitude For The Thing They Did. Most Of Whom, Rather Terrifyingly, Tended To Succeed.

You Were Her Way Here, And It's A Dangerous Thing To Be A Door.

According To My Daughters, My Most Irritating Habit Is Asking For Cups Of Tea.

But How Can You Walk Away From Something And Still Come Back To It?