Never Criticize, Unless You Can Do A

Sometimes Love Makes You Selfish. Sometimes It Makes You Stupid. Sometimes It Reminds You Why You Love Your Gun.

I Hate Being Awake At Three In The Morning. It Is The Godforsaken Heart Of Darkness When The Body Runs Slow, And The Brain Runs Slower, And All You Want To Do Is Sleep. But I Had Promises To Keep, And Miles To Go Before I Could Sleep. Or At Least A Couple Of Miracles To Perform Before I Could Go To Bed.

Do You Really Have The Ability To Control All Types Of Undead?" Magnus Asked. "can You Really Make A Hundred Shoes In A Single Night?" I Asked. Magnus Smiled. "wrong Kind Of Fairie.

Some Moments Are Perfect, And Then Someone Comes Along And F*cks It Up. Ain't It Always The Way.

I Got Out My Jar Of Ointment. I Knew Animators Who Had Special Containers For The Ointment. Crockery, Hand-blown Glass, Mystical Symbols Carved Into The Sides. I Used An Old Mason Jar That Had Once Held Grandma Blake's Green Beans. Larry Fished Out A Peanut Butter Jar With The Label Still On It. Extra-crunchy. Yum-yum.