My dear October, we are bound by an enchanted rose made from the hair of a Duchess, and my blood is covering your hand. You can learn anything you wish to know about me merely by licking you fingers." Tybalt laughed a little. "Yes, you may ask me a question.

Some people say I have issues. I say those people need to expand their horizons because I don't have issues, I have the Library of Congress

Rick stared at him. "Your brother is an alien." "Yeah, but he's a cute one.

Pronouns are only useful when you combine them with other words. I have a few I can give you, if you're at a loss.

Whoever authorized the evolution of the spiders of Australia should be summarily dragged out into the street and shot.

How many miles to Babylon? Three-score and ten. Can I get there by candle-light? Yes, there and back again. If your heels are nimble and light, You will get there by candle-light

They come to us, these restless dead, Shrouds woven from the words of men, With trumpets sounding overhead (The walls of hope have grown so thin And all our vaunted innocence Has withered in this endless frost) That promise little recompense For all we risk, for all we've lost.