There are no flowers in the Moon

Of course they were eaten, � he retorted, his eyes flashing in cold humour. “Trolls generally aren’t exactly renowned for being vegetarians.

I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.

Sorry about thesquishy in your shoe. Must'vebeen something I ate.

Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy But not express'd in fancy rich not gaudy For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

Bloodletting on my premises that I ain't approved I take as a f***ing affront. It puts me off my feed.

Nothing happens til something moves.

In real life, I am alarmingly boring.

What was your life anyway but the tiny black spot of what you've done against the infinite white of possibility?

It is by spending oneself that one becomes rich.