The organism - there was no other thing she could think to call it - churned and moved as it propelled itself across the ground, the living bodies of animals briefly appearing before being submerged in a sea of bugs as others rose to the surface. And then there were the bones. At first she didn't quite understand what she was seeing. For a moment she believed that they were pieces of wood - limbs of trees picked up by the undulating mass - but when she saw the skull, its jaw hanging open in a silent scream, she understood the horror of what it was. the remains of victims were a part of its body, flowing within the multitude that made up its mass.

The nose can__ help catchin_ what the ears get sick with. Yessir, rock bands just sweat evil. Evil__ been around for a long time, ever since rocks started getting real hot and making a lot of noise as they exploded out o_ the ground and evil spirits wisped out of hell. If a band ever uses a fog machine, hold your breath so you don__ become possessed by one.

Rocks and minerals: the oldest storytellers.

I don't break the rules, I simply bend them in my favor.

He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views.

The present is the key to the past.