She's as fetching as brown hair done up with ribbons blue The mountain, my lady She's as sweet as pink flowers made bright with morning dew, Mount Eskel, my lady

I think the only way to get through this life is laughing hard and constantly, mostly at myself.

But, how do you know if an ending is truly good for the characters unless you've traveled with them through every page?

The army slew a thousand and showed little pity The king ordered fealty from the conquered city The prince charmed its people with words wise and witty And the queen sat on a couch, looking very pretty

He did a very good impression of a stone column.

I know I would crumble if I lost you.

Sometimes my fancy gets to floating inside me, threatening to carry me away like a leaf on a wind. Better to be a stone.