Why does it have to be so hard? Why can't it be a happily-ever-after ride-into-the-sunset feeling all the time?

Laistry....I can't even say that. What would you call them in English?" "Canadians.

Go Chase A Donut. -Percy Jackson.

i held it up, and tried to channel happy dog thoughts toward Cerberus- Alpo commercials, cute little puppies, fire hydrants.

Amos stopped before the entrance, which was the size of a garage door—a dark heavy square of timber with no visible handle or lock. “Carter after you.” “Um, how do I—” “How do you think?” Great another mystery. I was about to suggest we ram Amos’s head against it and see if that worked.

If I've got the powers of a god, then why am I so..." "Lame?" Sadie suggested. "Shut up," I said.

You're a stalker with hooves." "I am not! I followed her to the Big House and hid in a bush and watched the whole thing.