Protect me from knowing what I don't need to know. Protect me from even knowing that there are things to know that I don't know. Protect me from knowing that I decided not to know about the things that I decided not to know about. Amen. [...] Lord, lord, lord. Protect me from the consequences of the above prayer.

Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

We’ll meet the meat.

There was a point to this story, but it has temporarily escaped the chronicler's mind.

Lovers of print are simply confusing the plate for the food.

One day old Thrashbarg said that Almighty Bob had declared that he, Thrashbarg, was to have first pick of the sandwiches. The villagers asked him when this had happened, exactly, and Thrashbarg said it had happened yesterday, when they weren't looking. 'Have faith,' Old Thrashbarg said, 'or burn!' They let him have first pick of the sandwiches. It seemed easiest.

How do I know the past is not a fiction conceived to reconcile the difference between my state of mind and the present.