Me? Robin Goodfellow, a family man? He, not likely, ice-boy. I mean, think of what that would do to my reputation. Glamour shimmered around him, and he gave us a wink. Later, lovebirds. Gimme a heads up when the kid arrives. 'Uncle Puck' will be waiting.

I was minding my own buisness long before you and the princess started humping like rabbits.

Oh, we're playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss-my-ass?

You are my heart, my life, my entire existence.

When I wrote my first story, all the characters were teenagers because I think 16, 17 is a great age.

You don't dwell on what you've lost, you just move on.

I've always wanted the IQ of a rock. No, wait. That would be an insult to the rock.