Progress Just Means Bad Things Happen Faster.

"it Would Seem That You Have No Useful Skill Or Talent Whatsoever" He Said. "have You Thought Of Going Into Teaching?"

And Sin, Young Man, Is When You Treat People Like Things.

Pride Is All Very Well, But A Sausage Is A Sausage.

‎no One Remembers The Singer. The Song Remains.

Esk Felt That Bravery Was Called For, But On A Night Like This Bravery Lasted Only As Long As A Candle Stayed Alight.