I don't believe in faeries!
You don't take your cat with you to go bird shopping. Not because the cat isn't polite, but because he's a cat.
Where instinct fails, intellect must venture.
Laughter, like love, has power to survive the worst things life has to offer. And to do it with style.
The best thing about my faerie godmother is that the creepy just keeps on coming.
One can have only as much preparation as he has foresight.