All stories are true,” Skarpi said. “But this one really happened, if that’s what you mean.” He took another slow drink, then smiled again, his bright eyes dancing. “More or less. You have to be a bit of a liar to tell a story the right way. Too much truth confuses the facts. Too much honesty makes you sound insincere.

Perhaps the greatest faculty our minds possess is the ability to cope with pain.

The best lies about me are the ones I told.

It was the patient, cut-flower sound of a man who is waiting to die.

Good lord woman. If i had tits like yours I'd own half the world by now.

This is how deeply rooted stories are, folks. We crave them before we can walk, and we start telling them before we can talk.

I'd love to get a chance to talk shop with Joss Whedon. That's pretty high up there on the list.