Ambrose, your presence is the horseshit frosting on the horseshit cake that is the admissions interview process.

We all become what we pretend to be.

But even this piece of flattery couldn't distract me from the fact that I was in the center of the Fae realm, blind, stark naked, and without the slightest idea of what was going on.

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

The truth is that the world is full of dragons, and none of us are as powerful or cool as we’d like to be. And that sucks. But when you’re confronted with that fact, you can either crawl into a hole and quit, or you can get out there, take off your shoes, and Bilbo it up.

Ambrose, your presence is the horseshit frosting on the horseshit cake that is the admissions interview process.

Is there a connection between language and magic? Yes. Ten times yes. So much yes that it almost doesn't bear talking about. It's as pointless that arguing that the sun is hot.