She wore so much thick white makeup in order to conceal her naturally rosy complexion that if she turned around suddenly her face would probably end up on the back of her head.

Young man, the games we play are lessons we learn. The assumptions we make, things we ignore, and things we change make us what we become.

Someone got killed up here.... It was outside. A tall man. He had one leg longer’n the other. And a beard. He was probably a hunter." "How’d you know all that?" "I just trod on ‘im.

I express preference for a chronological sequence of events which precludes a violence.

If I knew that I could die, I would live. My life, my death, my choice.

Now he knew: They were real. Who’d make up a thing like this? Okay, one of them was a cheese that rolled around of its own accord, but nobody was perfect.

I thought unicorns were more . . . Fluffy.