Love needs room to grow. Like a rose. Or a tumor.

Foul and magical fumes bubbled out of the kettle, like the flatulence of a dragon on a demon-only diet.

You want me and I want you. right?" Who did she think she was? You can't just go around blurting out the truth like a prophet with Tourette's Syndrome. He said, "Well, I guess. Yeah, that's right.

Theophilus Crowe's mobile phone played eight bars of "Tangled Up in Blue" in an irritating electronic voice that sounded like a choir of suffering houseflies, or Jiminy Cricket huffing helium, or, well, you know, Bob Dylan.

May the IRS find that you deduct your pet sheep as an entertainment expense.

Kayso, it turns out that driving an actual car is way harder than it is in 'Grand Theft Auto: Zombie Hooker Smackdown.

Only by being prepared for your death can you ever truly live.