Abby: I could be a slave to your darkest desires. I can do things. Anything you want. Tommy: Well, that's terrific, because we have a lot of laundry piled up and the apartment is a wreck. Abby: Anything you desire, my lord. I can do laundry, clean, bring you small creatures to quench your thirst until I am worthy.

Love is not something you think about, it is a state in which you dwell

And an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito.

Why understand when you can believe?

He wanted her to experience all the glorious cheese of life.

Oh, I get it," I said. "It's a parable. Cute. Let's go eat.

The netherworld is timeless and unchanging, and boring -- much like a doctor's waiting room.