I loved the sound of the words, even if I was not entirely sure what all of them meant.

The cartoon me writes the books cartoon people read in the cartoon world, because they need things to read there too.

Black as night, sweet as sin.

As we age, we become our parents; live long enough and we see faces repeat in time.

I couldn't get you to the ocean, but there was nothing stopping me bringing the ocean to you.

The important thing to understand about American history, wrote Mr. Ibis, in his leather-bound journal, is that it is fictional, a charcoal-sketched simplicity for the children, or the easily bored.

You see, the outcome of the battle is unimportant. What matters is the chaos, and the slaughter.