Then at the top of the hill, the road forks. Which just figures. "You gotta be kidding." I say. One part of the road goes left, the other goes right. (Well, it's a "Fork" ain't it?)

I was only following orders," the Mayor mocks. "The refuge of scoundrels since the dawn of time.

War makes monsters out of men.

The green things of this world are just wondrous, aren’t they?” his mother went on. “We work so hard to get rid of them when sometimes they’re the very thing that saves us.

Don't deceive me. Never leave me.

It's not that you should never love something so much that it can control you. It's that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled. It's not a weakness. It's your best strength.

Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect.