I went to a house that was not a house. I opened a door that was not a door. And what I saw, I saw.
You know, sometimes I swear the whole universe runs on irony.
The only good hero is the kind who survives to talk about merchandising.
Never go anywhere without condiments. Condiments are our friends.
After all, you’re only an immortal until someone manages to kill you. After that, you were just long-lived.
Books can be terrible snobs.