Cash is always the deciding factor in such matters of moral politics; nothing ever gets done unless motivated by commerce or greed.

Social mores change with time, like fashion - who knows where it might all end up? I especially like the idea that waste, impoliteness and overpopulation become "abominations," although I'm not sure recycling one's aunt will ever truly catch on.

If it's a chimera alert, we just follows the screams.

Love and magic are like oil and water--they just don't mix.

Writing is a subtle art that is reached mostly by self-discovery and experimentation.

You speak baby gibberish?' asked Jack. 'Fluently. The adult-education center ran a course, and I have a lot of time on my hands.' 'So what did he say?' 'I don't know.' 'I thought you said you spoke gibberish?' 'I do. But your baby doesn't. I think he's speaking either pre-toddler nonsense, a form of infact burble or an obscure dialect of gobbledygook. In any event, I can't understand a word he's saying.' 'Oh.

The Goliath Corporation was to altruism what Genghis Khan was to soft furnishings.