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.
By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return. — Genesis 3:19