She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.

Honestly, if you're given the choice between Armageddon or tea, you don't say "what kind of tea?"

Fear is contagious. You can catch it.

It’s an artist’s job to show people the world they live in. We hold up mirrors.

Call no man happy, said Shadow, until he is dead

Whenever it rains you will think of her.

I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?