No, he just needs a moment," Curran said. "Young bouda males. Easily excitable.

Just once I want it to be easy and neat. But no, there is never a good decision. I pick what I can live with.

Georgie, stop trying to resurrect the shoes. They were never alive in the first place.

you might want to decide fast. We live in a dangerous world. If you see a chance to be happy, you have to fight for it, so later you have no regrets.

Is that a lion with horns and a pitchfork?" "Yep." "Is he carrying the moon on his pitchfork?" "Nope it's a pie.

They're fanatics. It's like expecting humanity from a falling rock. It's not going to have a fit of compassion and not crack your skull open.

The universe shrank to Curran and his pain. I had to break him free. Nothing else mattered.