at least nine-tenths of all the original reality ever created lies outside the multiverse, and since the multiverse by definition includes absolutely everything that is anything, this puts a bit of a strain on things. Outside the boundaries of the universe lie the raw realities, the could-have-beens, the might-bes, the never-weres, the wild ideas, all being created and uncreated chaotically like elements in fermenting supernovas. Just occasionally where the walls of the worlds have worn a bit thin, they can leak in.

...inside every old person is a young person wondering what happened.

Open your eyes and then open your eyes again.

Sometimes glass glitters more than diamonds because it has more to prove.

Every procedure for getting a cat to take a pill works fine - once. Like the Borg, they learn.

The truth is a fog, in which one man sees the heavenly host and the other one sees a flying elephant.

They called themselves the Munrungs. It meant The People, or The True Human Beings. It's what most people call themselves, to begin with. And then one day the tribe meets some other People or, if it's not been a good day, The Enemy. If only they'd think up a name like Some More True Human Beings, it'd save a lot of trouble later on