One Man's Mistake Is Another Man's Opportunity.

He Got Up And Walked Out, So I Missed Seeing The Powerful Sorcerer Doing His Powerful Sorcery, Which Would Have Involved Him Closing His Eyes And Then, I Don't Know, Maybe Taking A Deep Breath Or Something.

The Others Followed, And Found Themselves In A Small, Stuffy Basement, Which Would Have Been Damp, Smelly, Close, And Dark, Were It Not, In Fact, Well-lit, Which Prevented It From Being Dark.

Do You Think It's Possible To Discuss Politics Without Preaching?

When I Say That Life Is Like An Onion, I Mean This: If You Don't Do Anything With It, It Goes Rotten. So Far, That's No Different From Other Vegetables. But When An Onion Goes Bad, It Can Either Do It From The Inside, Or The Outside. So Sometimes You See One That Looks Good, But The Core Is Rotten. Other Times, You Can See A Bad Spot On It, But If You Cut That Out, The Rest Is Fine. Tastes Sharp, But That's What You Paid For, Isn't It?

The Novel Should Be Understood As A Structure Built To Accommodate The Greatest Possible Amount Of Cool Stuff.