Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star. How I wonder… what? Do you know your light is just a shadow of the giant you once were? Do you know that by the time we see your light, you are already dead? How’s that for the meaning of life? We only become visible in death.

NEVER allow the enemy to define your terms. If you want to win a war of propaganda, you must be able to manipulate language to expose the truth.

But hippies always forget that old Gaea can be one heartless bitch. Spend a little time wandering lost in the woods as she attacks you and tries to reduce you to fertilizer.” She snorted. “You won’t be singing kumbayas very long.” She paused to make sure Janus would get the point. “In this world, Gaea’s the predator and we’re the prey.

You know, my poor grandmother once told me that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. Life has taught me that it’s actually a few inches lower.

Whether we are men dreaming we are butterflies or butterflies dreaming we are men, the one truth is that all life is an illusion. We are all wandering shades.

Strange, how in all those apocalyptic movies, when their society breaks down into lawlessness and anarchy, Canada is always the haven of safety, the place people want to escape to.