The Art Of Illusion Is Grace Itself.

What Matter The Colour Of The Collar Around A Man's Neck, If The Chains Linked To Them Were Identical?

It Is An Extraordinary Act Of Courage,' Said Tulas Shorn, 'to Come To Know A Stranger's Pain.

If All We Seek Is An Escape, What Does That Say About The World We Live In? That Village, That City, That Life? We Are Desperate With Our Dreams. What - Oh, What - Does That Say?

The Future Can Ever Promise But One Thing And One Thing Only: Surprises.

Gods, I Wish The World Was Full Of Passive Women.he Thougt For A Moment Longer, Then Scowled. On Second Thoughts, What A Nightmare That'd Be. It's The Job Of A Man To Fan The Spark Into Flames, Not Quench It.