The Chair is necessarily uncomfortable — we're about to enter the age of flight before we've even developed a chair that a man can sit in comfortably

A Chair is stilts for your butt.

A Chair is one big body crutch.

The Chair is anti-gravity machine.

Dust is mud with the juice squeezed out

Dust is just a country accent.

Dust is a protective coating for fine furniture.

Dust is insidious interloping particles of evil that turn a home into a battle zone.

Fear is the fire that melts Icarian wings.

Fear is many-eyed.

Fear is the parent of cruelty.

Fear is the mother of superstition.

Fire is the most tolerable third party.

Fire is the original disinfectant.

Fire is the fruit of a winter’s day.

Fire is constantly turning on its axis to strike at the wind in one direction after another like someone beleaguered who tries to parry blows coming at him at once from all sides.