I think we ought to live happily ever after.
You must admit I have a right to live in a pigsty if I want.
I hope your bacon burns.
Yes, you are nosy. You’re a dreadfully nosy, horribly bossy, appallingly clean old woman. Control yourself. You’re victimizing us all.
I’m going up to my room now, where I may die.
I am a believer in free will. If my dog chooses to hate the whole human race except myself, it must be free to do so.
You’ve no right to walk into people’s castles and take their guitars.
In the land of Ingary where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of the three. Everyone knows you are the one who will fail first, and worst, if the three of you set out to seek your fortunes.
It is quite a risk to spank a wizard for getting hysterical about his hair.
Take it from me, Fate doesn’t care most of the time.
I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.