Never go anywhere without condiments. Condiments are our friends.
Future is like an asshole. Everybody has one.---John Taylor (Nightside Series)
You want me to sneak up on an angel and rip out its pinfeathers, so you can make a fashion statement?
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.
Wait. You've got principles? We'll have to update your file.
The cream-tiled walls were spattered here and there with old dried bloodstains, deep gouges that might have been clawmarks, and all kinds of graffiti. As usual, someone had spelt Cthulhu wrongly.