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1 " One day we wake from sleep to wander through this tale of dreams with wings fluttering lighter than love free. "
― Todd Crawshaw
2 " O Divine Poesy, goddess, daughter of Zeus, sustain for me this song of the various-minded man who, after he had plundered the innermost citadel of hallowed Troy, was made to stay grievously about the coasts of men, the sport of their customs, good and bad, while his heart, through all the sea-faring, ached with an agony to redeem himself and bring his company safe home. Vain hope – for them. The fools! Their own witlessness cast them aside. To destroy for meat the oxen of the most exalted Sun, wherefore the Sun-god blotted out the day of their return. Make this tale live for us in all its many bearings, O Muse.” – from Homer’s Odyssey, translation by T.E. Lawrence (Lawrence of Arabia) "
― Steven Pressfield , The War of Art: Winning the Inner Creative Battle
3 " Everyone in this tale has a rock-solid hamartia: hers, that she is so sick; yours, that you are so well. Were she better or you sicker, then the stars would not be so terribly crossed, but it is the nature of stars to cross, and never was Shakespeare more wrong than when he had Cassius, " The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves. "
4 " Whether this tale be true or false, none can tell, for none were there to witness it themselves. "
― Marjane Satrapi , The Sigh
5 " But before any of the small appliances who may be listening to this tale should begin to think that they might do the same thing, let them be warned: ELECTRICITY IS VERY DANGEROUS. Never play with old batteries! Never put your plug in a strange socket! And if you are in any doubt about the voltage of the current where you are living, ask a major appliance. "
― Thomas M. Disch , The Brave Little Toaster
6 " I was on my way to talk to Davis when the car hit me" . . . . . . " A dark figure emerged from the shadows, half-lit by the glittering streetlight and the pale glow of the moon" . . . . . . . " Huge black wings erupted out of her back like a blooming rose. She was beautiful." . . . . " I knew who this woman was.’Are you Death?'" . . . . . “'Most people have something holding them down to this world,' she said, 'like a tether on a balloon. It could be something material, a person, or persons, an unfinished goal. There are many reasons to want to keep living. I wonder, Juvenalius, what is yours?'I smiled just thinking about it. 'His name’s Davis.'Her hand stroked my cheek so gently I wanted to cry. 'Tell me about him,' she whispered." And Juvenalius does. And you will be transfixed as Juve's first friend comes to life in his memory in this Tale with a gay twist. "
