I stood on the street, staring up at the most normal-looking house in the world. My house. I'd lived there my entire life. It was home. It was safe. It was haunted. The only other explanation was that I was demented. I couldn't say which I was rooting for.

We may have been like needles in a hay stack, but they were like needles . . . in a stack of needles

I love you Mark..." Courtney, PoR. I love you too Courtney..." Mark, PoR.

Next time you wish to feed me poison, warn me first," Loor demanded. (The Merchant of Death)

Mark: When did you learn to drive? Courtney: About three seconds ago.

I went to the four levers. None of them were marked. There was only one way to figure out which one was the right one. I had to call upon all my Traveler experience and special powers to figure it out. It's called...Eenie, meenie, miney...mo!" -Bobby Pendragon

To write, you need to find what you love.