Consistency Is The Defense Of A Small

Isn't It Odd How The Little Things Can Change A Man's Entire Life?

As Long As I Know That My Motives Are Good, I'm Seldom Very Concerned With The Opinions Of Others. -mandorallen, Baron Of Vo Mandor.

...zedar Was Gone...as An Owl, Though, I Was Able To Drift Silently From Tree To Tree Until I Caught Up With Him...he Wasn't Really Hard To Follow, Since He'd Conjured Up A Dim, Greenish Light To See By --and To Hold Off The Boogiemen. Did I Ever Tell You That Zedar's Afraid Of The Dark? That Adds Another Dimension To His Present Situation, Doesn't It? He Was Bundled To The Ears In Furs, And He Was Muttering To Himself As He Floundered Along Through The Snow. Zedar Talks To Himself A Lot. He Always Has. ...i Drifted To A Nearby Tree And Watched Him --owlishly. Sorry. I Couldn't Resist That.

It's All Very Well To Put The Government In The Hands Of The Perfect Man, But What Do You Do When The Perfect Man Gets A Bellyache?

If You'd Just Try, I'm Sure You'd Be Able To Fly.