I have danced with the spider. I have cut a caper with the dancing mad god.

...where's the skill in being a hero if you were always destined to do it?

Perhaps the window is not a sun but an asterisk$$$ interrupting the grammar of the sky$$$ with me sitting below it like a footnote.

My sustenance is information. My interventions are hidden. I increase as I learn. I compute$$$ so I am.

I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.

Here's to responsibility$$$ twice a week.

A trap is only a trap if you don't know about it. If you know about it$$$ it's a challenge.

I always knew I was a star$$$ and now the rest of the world seems to agree with me.

Whether women are better than men$$$ I cannot say ... but i can say they are certainly no worse.

They probably think the sun won't come up unless you're there to allow it.