Lives are snowflakes - forming patterns we have seen before, as like one another as peas in a pod, but still unique.

“Nothing [the demon] could think up was half as bad as the stuff [people] though…”

“Cieli, pensò Old Bailey con una sorta di compiacimento. Mai due di essi uguali.”

“We have teeth and we have tailsWe have tails we have eyesWe were here before yo…”

“It's not what I'd want for at my funeral. When I die, I just want them to plant…”