What are we but our stories?

If I'm writing and a chapter isn't coming, I just move ahead.

You know, I guess I just don't like to talk a lot about sad things. Now you know my flaw. What good does it do to talk about sad things in the past?

There you have it: our lives in a nutshell. Emphasis on nut.

I blame Jeb for letting you be such a smart aleck.” I stared at her. “I blame you for altering my DNA! I mean, I have wings, lady! What were you thinking?

A vet! I started laughing weakly and had to sit on the edge of the tub. A vet. Wait till they found out how appropriate that was.

I vill now destroy the snickuh bahrs!