Captain Carne: What are they? The Minister of Chance: Quantum dice. The sort of thing the other children played with while you were being harshly potty-trained. -Colin Meek, Death Comes to Time
Millions of miles from home In the darkness before the dawn In the swirling of this storm When I'm rolling with the thunder But bleed from thorns Leave a light, a light on.
All truly wise thoughts have been thought already thousands of times; but to make them truly ours, we must think them over again honestly, till they take root in our personal experience. — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe