The Kraken stirs. And ten billion sushi dinners cry out for vengeance.

...Roland de Chumsfanleigh (it wasn't his fault).

The universe clearly operates for the benefit of humanity. This can be readily seen from the convenient way the sun comes up in the morning, when people are ready to start the day.

The significant owl hoots in the night.

Science fiction is fantasy with bolts painted on outside.

But…but you can’t treat religion as a sort of buffet, can you? I mean, you can’t say yes please, I’ll have some of the Celestial Paradise and a helping of the Divine Plan but go easy on the kneeling and none of the Prohibition of Images, they give me wind. Its table d´hôte or nothing, otherwise…well, it would be silly.

I don’t think it's weak to admit you made a mistake. That takes strength, if you ask me.