The Art Of Illusion Is Grace Itself.

I Have To Feel What I'm Writing, Right Down To The Core.

So You Say, With Your Shiny Hair And Pouty Lips - And Those Breasts - Just Wait Till You Start Dropping Whelps, They'll Be At Your Ankles One Day, Big As They Are - Not The Whelps, The Breasts. The Whelps Will Be In Your Hair - No, Not The Shiny Hair On Your Head, Well, Yes, That Hair, But Only As A Manner Of Speech.

"every Decision You Make Can Change The World. The Best Life Is The One The Gods Don't Notice. You Want To Live Free, Boy, Live Quietly." "i Want To Be A Soldier. A Hero." "you'll Grow Out Of It."

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

Do Mortal Fools Still Measure The Increments Leading To Their Deaths, Wagering Pleasures Against Costs, Persisting In The Delusion That Deeds Have Value, That The World And All The Gods Sit In Judgment Over Every Decision Made Or Not Made?