Somewhere out there was a village I'd deprived of it's idiot.

...The next time I opened my eyes, I was in the morgue. This, all by itself, is enough to really ruin your day. I was lying on the examining table, and Butters, complete with his surgical gown and his tray of autopsy instruments, stood over me. 'I'm not dead!' I sputtered. 'I'm not dead!' - Harry Dresden, Death Masks, Jim Butcher

Son. Everyone dies alone. That's what it is. It's a door. It's one person wide. When you go through it, you do it alone. But it doesn't mean you've got to be alone before you go through the door. And believe me, you aren't alone on the other side.

I love watching him think," Maeve told Lily. "You can almost hear that poor little hamster running and running on its wheel.

Thank God for wisecracks.

Keep it up, wise guy. I'm always going to be taller than you once you're lying unconscious on the ground.

People always equate beauty with good, but it just ain't so.