Halloween. Sly does it. Tiptoe catspaws. Slide and creep. But why? What for? How? Who? When! Where did it all begin? 'You don't know, do you?' asks Carapace Clavicle Moundshroud climbing out under the pile of leaves under the Halloween Tree. 'You don't really know!'

We've got to reinvest in space travel. We should have never left the moon.

You're either in love with what you do, or you're not in love.

You don't have to worry about the future, you don't worry about the past - you just explode.

What should I do?" "Throw up in your typewriter every morning." "Yeah." "Clean up every noon.

Memory is an illusion, nothing more. It is a fire that needs constant tending.

Don't they get afraid, then?" "They have a religion for that.