To the impersonal dreamer belongs all infinity - he is lord of the universe and taster of all the beauties of the stars.
Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
Madness string 44342
This was ridiculous. The last thing he needed now was to be killed. It would require all sorts of explanations. They didn't hand out new bodies just like that; they always wanted to know what you'd done with the old one. It was like trying to get a new pen from a particularly bloody-minded stationery department.