Sometimes words need music too. Sometimes the descriptions are not enough. Books should be written with soundtracks, like films.

It's the end game that people dread and that's what I'm scared of

The Truth Shall Make Ye Fret. [Fred. Free.]

This wasn't food - it was what food became if it had been good and gone to food heaven.

Creatures which, lacking mankind's superior brain power, did not concern themselves with finding someone to blame, and instead tried to find someone to eat.

Some people believe that when you die, you cross the River of Death and have to pay the ferryman. People don’t seem to worry about that these days. Perhaps there’s a bridge now.

Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.