Life is easier when you can write off others as monsters, demon, as horrible threats that must be hated and feared the thing is you can’t do that without becoming them, just a little.
Pretty please. With sugar.
It always shocked me how you could understand so many things and be such a complete idiot about so many others.
I put it down to the paranoia of advancing age. It isn’t like I’m all that old or anything, especially for a wizard, but age is always advancing and I’m fairly sure it’s up to no good.
Being here? With you? I’ve met my subconscious, and he’s not that sick.
There should be a rule against your own inner monologue throwing around that much sarcasm.
My gast was pretty well flabbered.
You’re dead, son. Cheer is contraindicated.
Thomas was an annoying wiseass who tended to make everyone he met want to kill him, and when I have that much in common with someone, I can’t help but like him a little.
I am blind and limited. I would be a fool think myself wise. And so, not knowing what the universe means, I can only try to be responsible with the knowledge, the strength, and the time given to me. I must be true to my heart.
The best thing about my faerie godmother is that the creepy just keeps on coming.
He gave me an inscrutable look that said maybe he would and maybe he wouldn’t. Mister was a cat, and cats generally considered it the obligation of the universe to provide shelter, sustenance, and amusement as required. I think Mister considered it beneath his dignity to plan for the future.
But I don’t understand God. I don’t understand how he could see the way people treat one another, and not chalk up the whole human race as a bad idea.
The distinction between good and evil is meaningless if one does not have the freedom to choose between them.
I once lost five years listening to a Pink Floyd album.
If you can’t manage courtesy, try silence.
There is hinkiness afoot with regard to my, ah, disposition.
Night wasn’t so much falling as sharpening its claws.
I let out a battle cry. Sure, a lot of people might have mistaken it for a sudden yelp of unmanly fear, but trust me. It was a battle cry.
Hospital waits are bad ones. The fact that they happen to pretty much all of us, sooner or later, doesn’t make them any less hideous.