At least that's what his note said, along with a scathing reminder that dishes didn't wash themselves and the fungus in the bathroom was one day away from evolving into sentient life. I folded the note into an airplane and sailed it across the room. It ended up perched jauntily on top of the ancient television. It looked good there and I left it as a tribute to freedom-loving fungi everywhere.

Home is where the heart is or where you bury the ones you want to eat later.

I raised another shot. "That sound you hear is the heads of moral conservatives spontaneously exploding in the distance.

You're the little spoon, aren't you?

Leandros's favorite place had turned out not to be vegetarian, but vegan, which was for people who preferred their suicide slow.

Memories - you can't escape them, but you can't let them rule you either.

Pooh hater,' I muttered under my breath. 'Winnie-the-Pooh was not a koala--why am I even arguing about this with you?