What's so funny 'bout peace, love, and world destruction?

Life is hard, and a lot of people come home tired from work. If they're gonna spend half an hour reading, they want some entertainment and a sense of achievement. So that's what I give them. That's all I'm trying to do. Is that really so wrong?

The trick to having obedient, unquestioning children was to have death be the other option

"I feel like, like pudding," Iggy groaned. "Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain."

Time for bed.” I held my fist out. One by one, my flock stacked theirs on top, and then we headed up into the trees to sleep the sleep of the innocent. Well, okay, maybe not so innocent. But the sleep of the much less guilty than others, for sure.

Oh great. Yoda captured us.

What are we but our stories?