I suppose, the natural outgrowth about writing about two friends, it becomes about their friendship, and the complexities of it, and the way personality plays off each other, and what they each like to do, separately and together.
Wouldn't want to miss a war, would I?
Walk slowly; all you can ever come to is yourself.
We pulled them [ Bink & Gollie] out of our feeble little brains.
I'll live in another world, then.
What is the matter with these people, these people who won't stop fighting, won't stop hurting each other...?