Ulysses, obviously. It was an elaborate prank, and our supposed intellectual elite continue to fall for it.

We need a Napoleon. An Alexander. Except that Napoleon lost in the end, and Alexander flamed out and died young. We need a Julius Caesar, except that he made himself a dictator, and died for it.

You know how writers are... they create themselves as they create their work. Or perhaps they create their work in order to create themselves.

Once you duct-tape a Ziploc bag to a man's chest, there's no going back.

Good people do not let others suffer needlessly.

He jumped at the Giants face, clambered up his lip and nose, and began to dig in the Giant's eye.

Good people can't out-think evil, cause evil thinks of things good folks can't think of.