You See, You Cannot Draw Lines And

In The End, It’s All A Question Of Balance.

…god Is A Giant Quiltmaker. With An Infinite Variety Of Designs. And The Quilt Is Grown So Big And Confusing, The Pattern Is Impossible To See, The Squares And Diamonds And Triangles Don’t Fit Well Together Anymore, It’s All Become Meaningless. So He Has Abandoned It.

There Didn't Seem To Her Any Harm In It, And The Make-believe Was So Comforting.

Money Can Buy The Necessary Police Order. Justice Is Sold To The Highest Bidder

Remembering Bred Its Own Peculiar Sorrow. It Seemed So Unfair: That Time Should Render Both Sadness And Happiness Into A Source Of Pain.