Sometimes I wish that just solving the plot problems was enough. And then elves would go and do all the actual work moving the words around.

I think I’ll dismember the world and then I’ll dance in the wreckage.

And if there's a moral there, I don't know what it is, save maybe that we should take our goodbyes whenever we can.

I'm just going to stay here, in the darkness under the arch. I can hear you all out there, trip-trapping, trip-trapping over my bridge. Oh yes, I can hear you. But I'm not coming out.

That doesn't happen," she explained. "Stars fall. They don't go back up again." "You could be the first," he told her.

I wish being a beekeeper, which I am, gave you a free pass on the carbon footprint, but it doesn't.

It does not matter where you come from, if you walk toward the truth you will reach it, whatever path you take.