How Easy It Is, Treachery.

At The Very Least We Want A Witness. We Can't Stand The Idea Of Our Own Voices Falling Silent Finally, Like A Radio Running Down.

Every Aspect Of Human Technology Has A Dark Side, Including The Bow And Arrow.

I Suppose It's Everyone's Fate To Be Reduced To Quaintness By Those Younger Than Themselves.

History, As I Recall, Was Never This Winsome, And Especially Not This Clean, But The Real Thing Would Never Sell: Most People Prefer A Past In Which Nothing Smells.

Neither Of Us Says The Word Love, Not Once. It Would Be Tempting Fate; It Would Be Romance, Bad Luck.