Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero.

The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.

I woke up in the morning and I didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, couldn’t do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything.

I don't know where I end and the world begins. My best guess? Skin. It's the only actual boundary between the body and the world, between a body and any other body.

I'm battling monsters, I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings/ and you say I'll give you anything but you never come through.

Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero.

Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube?