What're you still doing up? You know all good little ninjas should be in bed, visions of homicidal sugarplums dancing in their heads.
They don't have to choose either/or. They can have their cake and mutilate it too.
You're the little spoon, aren't you?
Funny thing about faith ... it goes a lot faster than it comes.
There are a lot of truths in this world. When it rains it pours. It's always darkest before the dawn. He who smelt it dealt it.
Why is it always the world? Why is it never just half a block? Or Jersey? You know, something we could live without?