All is forgotten in the stone halls of the dead. These are the rooms of ruin where the spiders spin and the great circuits fall quiet, one by one.

Remember in elementary school you were told that in case of fire you have to line up quietly in a single file from smallest to tallest? What is the logic in that? What, do tall people burn slower?

Language does not always have to wear a tie and lace-up shoes.

Whatever came to mind, whatever came to hand, I would read.

A person could see a lot without ever leaving his own living room. Especially if he had the right tools.

No good friends, no bad friends; only people you want, need to be with. People who build their houses in your heart.

I have no opinion. No, none at all. Opinion is politics, and politics is an evil which has caused many a fellow to be hung while he's still young and pretty.