You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that too much.

We're going to get gored to death by a feral fugging hog and your best strategy is to pretend it's a grizzly bear?

Youth is counted sweetest by those who are no longer young.

I came to the conclusion a while ago that there is nothing romantic or supernatural about loving someone: Love is the privilege of being responsible for another. It was, for a time, what kept me going: Each morning, for a little while, I got to feel the weight of the yoke on my back as I pulled the ancient cart of my species.

Just move to the Internet, its great here. We get to live inside where the weather is always awesome.

Like all sick children,' he answered dispassionately, 'you say you don't want pity, but your very existence depends upon it.

I thought being an adult meant knowing what you believe, but that has not been my experience.