The air is fresher here. Rock walls rise on either side of me. They must be the bowl of the volcano.

I made my way to one of the giant pillows that lined the walls of the dining hall – couches for humans, elves, and gnomes. I would watch the crowd while I dined. The silverware was too big. I looked around to see how others were managing. Some struggled with knives and forks the size of axes and shovels, some stared at their meal in perplexity. And some dug in with bare hands.

Old guns rarely die, they just hang on walls

we both saw something we liked, a willingness to have no walls, or maybe just an unwillingness to keep them standing.

Peaceful coexistence cannot be limited to the powerful countries if we want to ensure world peace

Wal-mart… do they like make walls there?

If one cannot state a matter clearly enough so that even an intelligent twelve-year-old can understand it, one should remain within the cloistered walls of the university and laboratory until one gets a better grasp of one’s subject matter.