Softie was not a word you could use in the same sentence as Eric.

Trees had died to make these forms, and that seemed a great pity to me.

I thought about making biscuits, but there seemed to be more than enough calories on board.

Pam: "Claude, the mouthwateringly beautiful asshole?

Something always turns up. It always seems darkest before the dawn. When God closes a door he opens a window. All things happen for a reason. Into every life a little rain must fall. What doesn't kill us makes us stronger.

This letter is written on the skin of one of the water sprites who drowned your parents.' 'Ick!' I cried, and dropped the letter on the kitchen table.

It was one of God's jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body.