Whatever my ancestors did to you, none of them consulted me.

...Coca-Cola and fries, the wafer and wine of the Western religion of commerce.

Has everyone gone mad?” “Everyone was mad already, my lady,” Cadrach said with a strange, sorrowful smile. “It is merely that the times have brought it out in them.

When your teeth are gone, learn to like mush.

She had to find her own story, and she could make it whatever shape she thought best.

Ah? A small aversion to menial labor?" The doctor cocked an eyebrow. "Understandable, but misplaced. One should treasure those hum-drum tasks that keep the body occupied but leave the mind and heart unfettered.

So we face our final hours...and all that was once certain has become uncertain. Except for defeat. That, as always, is the end of all our stories.