I Don't Want Power. I Just Object

Children Might Or Might Not Be A Blessing, But To Create Them And Then Fail Them Was Surely Damnation.

Hi, I'm A Hero, But I Can't Tell You Why. It's Classified.

Cecil Flashed A Grin. "quite. Plus Your Rather Irritating Habit Of Treating Your Superior Officers As Your, Ah..." Cecil Paused, Apparently Groping Again For Just The Right Word. "equals?" Miles Hazarded. "cattle," Cecil Corrected Judiciously.

The Gods Give No Gifts Without Hooks Embedded.

I Do Think, Half Of What We Call Madness Is Just Some Poor Slob Dealing With Pain By A Strategy That Annoys The People Around Him.