Shaun get your sister her glasses. She looks naked without them. It's creeping me out.

Any man who doesn't believe in carrying weapons on a first date is not a man worth knowing.

Who would come for her?" he snarled, rallying. Behind me, a voice shouted, "Tybalt, King of Cats. My claim precedes yours.

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

Failure to die is always appreciated.

Tybalt’s what we call ‘Cait Sidhe’— the fairy cats. Which explains the attitude. And the eyes.” “Meow,” said Tybalt, deadpan.

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.