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.

Prejudice is a product of ignorance that hides behind barriers of tradition.

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

Sorry," [Hamlet] said, rubbing his temples. "I don't know what came over me. All of a sudden I had this overwhelming desire to talk for a very long time without actually doing anything.

I have a very varied taste in music. Everything from rap to classical to Latino to Rat Pack to jazz.

Yes, and imagine a world where there were no hypothetical situations.

Death and the end of one's life are two very different things indeed.