Making ourselves feel ugly is not fun." "We are ugly.

Fuzzy Tally is no more.

The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.

When the term "machine gun" enters common parlance, the word "machine" becomes much more sinister.

But they're already singing our praises!" "They are Americans. They toot their horns for anything.

The world rests upon a turtle, which itself stands on the back of an elephant!” Alek tried not to laugh. “Then what does the elephant stand on, madam?” “Don’t try to be clever, young man.” She narrowed her eyes. “It’s elephants all the way down!

A rat called Possible New Strain was sitting under a spaghetti strainer held down with a pile of journalism textbooks, saying rude things in rat-speak.