Airports should all belong to the same country. The country of Crappacia. Or Bleakovania. Or Suckitan.

You can't argue with the dead, no matter what you say, they always have the last word.

Who needs make-believe monsters when there are so many real ones.

I need a boy who thinks with his big head, not his little one. Since they do not exist, I have fashioned my own.

Meet me where the sky touches the sea. Wait for me where the world begins.

Funny, 'ow you can 'old a jewel in your 'and, and toss it away, and not even know what you 'ad until it's gone.

He's wearing boots, a kilt, and a long-sleeve tee. No coat, even though it's December. Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.