We've both got into the blue beetle. He got into the red door, I got into the white one.

I don't have a muse. I have a mortgage.

Maybe my values are outdated, but I come from an old school of thought. I think that men ought to treat women like something other than just shorter, weaker men with breasts. Try and convict me if I’m a bad person for thinking so. I enjoy treating a woman like a lady, opening doors for her, paying for shared meals, giving flowers–all that sort of thing.

In the name of the Pizza Lord. Charge!

So. You get handed a holy sword by an archangel, told to go fight the forces of evil, and you somehow remain an atheist. Is that what you're saying?

Children are a precious gift, but they belong to no one but themselves. They are only lent us a little while.

Alone. It's one of those small words that means entirely too much. Like fear. Or trust.