The truth of a myth...is not in its words but its patterns.
Eva. Every day I've climbed up the belfry chanting a lucky chant at one syllable per beat, "To-day-to-day-let-her-be-here-to-day-to-day.
I feel like something important has happened to me. Is this possible?
If war's first victim is truth, its second is clerical efficiency.
Whoever dies with the most stuff wins.
It's true that stammerers can become more adept at sentence construction.