There was Art, and there was survival, and sometimes they were mutually exclusive. - Harlan Ellison

He was furious. He wouldn't let me bury them. It didn't matter. There was no way to dig up the deckplates. He dried up the snow. He brought the night. He roared and sent locusts. It didn't do a thing; they stayed dead. I'd had him.

There are no rules. Those who are in power make up the rules. So those out of favor are bound to break them.

There are some people who just shouldn't be allowed to fool around with love.