Yes," I said. "My name is seven-five-nine-nine-three-nine-ex-dash-one. Junior.

I love you, i love your smile your snarl your grin, your face when your sleeping.I love your hair streaming behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud or blood in it, I love seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny downy feathers right at the top of your shoulders. I love your eyes, whether they're cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you look at me.

I don't believe in lecturing people. It's much more effective to present reading as a fun, rewarding pastime.

You know things have gone bad when military marches pass for pop music.

"So you have your price."... "Your soul for a cookie."

Another day. Get up and face it.

If my life were a corny horror movie, and the heroine was lost and alone, trapped in an underwater cave, what would happen next? If you guessed, “She drops her flashlight, and it hits a rock and breaks, leaving her in utter darkness,” you would be right. But I bet you didn’t guess the part about an attack by a giant octopus.