It takes a special kind of person to fight back.

When you stand between two mirrors you're spread out among the images, your whole soul is pulled out thin, and somewhere in the distant images a dark part of you might get out and come looking for you, if you aren't careful.

(About a cookbook...) - What about this one? Maids of Honor? - Weeelll, they starts OUT as Maids of Honor...but they ends up Tarts.

I don't see what's so triffic about creating people as people and then gettin' upset 'cos they act like people.

Lessee...he'd gone off after the funeral and gotten drunk. No, not drunk, another word, ended with "er." Drunker. that was it.

Someone out there was about to find that their worst nightmare was a maddened Librarian. With a badge.

I could be wrong. Not being certain is what being a philosopher is all about.