This is the only country in the world, that worries about what it is. The rest of them know what they are. No one ever needs to go searching for the heart of Norway. Or looks for the soul of Mozambique. They know what they are.

Dreams are hopes, and echoes of hope.

I would feel infinitely more comfortable in your presence if you would agree to treat gravity as a law, rather than one of a number of suggested options.

When I was a child, adults would tell me not to make things up, warning me of what would happen if I did. As far as I can tell so far, it seems to involve lots of foreign travel and not having to get up too early in the morning.

It stared at them, and it paused for a hundred years, which transpired in a dozen heart beats.

Words save our lives, sometimes.

Stories may well be lies, but they are good lies that say true things, and which can sometimes pay the rent.