It would be nice if there were some one thing constant and unchanging in the universe. If there is such a thing, then it is a thing which would have to be stronger than love, and it is a thing which I do not know.

Thus did I bear Sir Lancelot de Lac to the Keep of Ganleon, whom I trusted like a brother. That is to say, not at all.

When you are about to die, a wombat is better than no company at all.

If the liberal arts do nothing else they provide engaging metaphors for the thinking they displace.

Of course it does not apply to me. I am the soul of honor, kindness, mercy and goodness. Trust me in all things.

When inspiration is silent reason tires quickly.

Death and Light are everywhere, always, and they begin, end, strive, attend, into and upon the Dream of the Nameless that is the world, burning words within Samsara, perhaps to create a thing of beauty.