You many have noticed I have a temper ... but when I calmed down, I realized that this world, blighted and imperfect as it is, would be better with you in it.

I shouldn't believe anything I say, if I were you-and that includes what I just told you.

If it's a chimera alert, we just follows the screams.

the best lies to tell are the ones people want to believe

I wished I could share my own optimism.

I work very much on the principle that anything created by mankind has mischief and error hardwired into its inception.

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, O’er a plan to venge myself upon that cursed Thursday Next- This Eyre affair, so surprising, gives my soul such loath despising, Here I plot my temper rising, rising from my jail of text. “Get me out!” I said, advising, “Pluck me from this jail of text- or I swear I’ll wring your neck!