Every time you try to flirt with her, a puppy dies.

Keep calm and carry on. Also, stay in and hide because the Ripper is coming.

It rang and it rand and it rang. I looked at the screen one last time, then at Stuart, and then I reached my arm back and threw the phone as hard as I could (sadly, not that far), and it vanished into the snow. The eight-year-olds, who were truly fascinated with our every move at this point, chased after it. 'Lost it,' I said. 'Whoops.

It took a lot of women like that, a lot of women who said "I'm not going to do what you expect me to do, because you have no idea what I'm capable of. I'm going to get dirty and use tools and live the way I want" to move the world forward.

Being an author means, almost by definition, that you make up characters and then complicate their lives. That's it, really. You make up characters and give them problem after problem after problem.

New start or not, there was a line to be drawn, and that line was singing musicals to yourself as serious psychological motivation.

Tell me what you want, what you really, really want," he said. "Braiiinnnnssss," we said in unison.