Polka will never die.

See? This is why I'm not religious. I couldn't possibly keep my mouth shut long enough to get along with everyone else.

Dammit, Dresden, if you want to know about me, wait for the autobiography like everyone else.

Some things just aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste.

The wacky thing about those bad guys is that you can't count on them to be obvious. They forget to wax their mustaches and goatees, leave their horns at home, send their black hats to the dry cleaner's. They're funny like that.

Pretty please. With sugar.

Yeah, but I forgot to take my George Orwell-shaped multivitamins along with my breakfast bowl of Big Brother Os this morning.