See, Cletus has this thing for cheese, but since he has no thumbs he has to have me give him his cheese on his food every night. If I die, no one else knows about Cletus and the cheese, and poor old Cletus would lose his mind. So I can’t die until he does. See how that works? (Jack)

There are three kinds of souls, three kinds of prayers. One: I am a bow in your hands, Lord. Draw me lest I rot. Two: Do not overdraw me, Lord. I shall break. Three: Overdraw me, and who cares if I break! “Choose!

Je veux rester folle, vivre ma vie comme je la rêve, et non de la manière imposée par les autres.

Yes. I much prefer it here. So much less reputable, so much more fraught.

Written By Douglas Adams

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