Religion Isn't The Cause Of Wars, It's

Once Upon A Midnight Dreary, While I Pondered Weak And Weary, O’er A Plan To Venge Myself Upon That Cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre Affair, So Surprising, Gives My Soul Such Loath Despising, Here I Plot My Temper Rising, Rising From My Jail Of Text. “get Me Out!” I Said, Advising, “pluck Me From This Jail Of Text- Or I Swear I’ll Wring Your Neck!

If It's A Chimera Alert, We Just Follows The Screams.

The Universe Always Moves From An Ordered State To A Disordered One; That A Glass May Fall To The Ground And Shatter Yet You Never See A Broken Glass Reassemble Itself And Then Jump Back On The Table.

Books" - Snell Smiled - "are A Kind Of Magic.

The Best Plans Are Always The Simplest.