It's the ciiiiiiiiiiiiircle of liiiiiiiiiife!" Iggy sang

A boy and a girl, fated to rule all. Two will rise, and One will fall.

If it's commercial fiction that you want to write, it's story, story, story. You've got to get a story where if you tell it to somebody in a paragraph, they'll go, "Tell me more." And then when you start to write it, they continue to want to read more. And if you don't, it won't work.

The receptionist looked us over, then went back to typing something incredibly urgent—like her résumé́ for another job.

What are they teaching these thugs? -Why are there so many of them? -What is the Institute for Higher Aeronautics? -How many of the are there? There are only six of us! Why? -Why is DC public transportation so weird? -Why don't we mug those Eraser goons for money more often? -Fang's Blog

Some poeple just don't have what it takes to appreciate a cookie.

Maybe he was a good a good whitecoat—like Jeb. And maybe the moon was made of cream cheese.