Tonight sucks. And look at me. Look at - look at stupid Buffy. Too dumb for college, and-and-and freak Buffy, too strong for construction work. And-and my job at the magic shop? I was bored to tears even before the hour that wouldn't end. And the only person that I can even stand to be around is a... neutered vampire who cheats at kitten poker.

People with real power never fear of losing it. People with control think of little else.

Next year, Equality Now will celebrate - if that’s the word - will clock its twentieth year. Two decades of fighting the good fight, fighting the cause, and in case I haven’t been the clear, the cause is that one half of the human race is given the same basic equal rights that the other half enjoys. Or, not given. Given back. That is not a milestone, twenty years, that I intend to go unnoticed. I want to make some noise. I want to make a joyful noise, I want to make too much noise. I want the neighbors to complain. I’m tired of being polite about something that matters so much.

The only way to real mature love is to get past the tropes of what we consider 'romance.'

Write it. Shoot it. Publish it. Crochet it, sauté it, whatever. MAKE.

No one's going to go see the story of Othello going to get a peaceful divorce.

He's like Super Librarian, y'know? Everyone forgets, Willow, that knowledge is the ultimate weapon.