Death Is The Second Oldest

Stories Are Like Spiders, With All They Long Legs, And Stories Are Like Spiderwebs, Which Man Gets Himself All Tangled Up In But Which Look Pretty When You See Them Under A Leaf In The Morning Dew, And In The Elegant Way That They Connect To One Another, Each To Each.

Truly Life Is Wasted On The Living.

You're Always You, And That Don't Change, And You're Always Changing, And There's Nothing You Can Do About It.

It’s Part Of Growing Up, I Suppose…you Always Have To Leave Something Behind You.

You Know What Killed Off The Dinosaurs, Whateley? We Did. In One Barbecue.