I gave him my best cryptic smile. He did not fall down to his feet, kiss my shoes, and promise me the world. I must be getting rusty.

If you come back to me, I'll never leave you", I whispered into the furry ear. "I'll make you all the pies you could ever eat.

If a cultural reference flies over a man's head, does it make a sound if nobody else gets it.

If the sky could dream, it would dream of dragons.

I had to give it him, to flatter and insult a woman in one propostition took talent.

He stepped forward, took a deep breath, and doubled over in a sneezing fit. My werewolf was allergic to tortoises. Why me?

Nobody ever died of being shot by a cookie.