Sketch-blog of an alien-cat-sorcerer.


True nobility is exempt from fear

Having nothing, nothing can he lose


We have heard the chimes at midnight

The smallest worm will turn, being trodden on

He hath eaten me out of house and home

Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown

He will give the devil his due

The better part of valour is discretion

This is the short and the long of it

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is