You ever notice the rampant child neglect going on in faery tales ~ Oberon
You build and do not destroy; you sow goodwill and reap it; smiles bloom in the wake of your passing, and I will keep your kindness in trust and share it as occasion arises, so that your life will be...
Yes. It’s our duty to remember the dead. And our duty to let them go.
Whoa! Really? That means practically my whole life is an adventure! I never realized!>
Where are we going?I don't know yet.Anyplace is good, so long as there's sausage and bitches.
When your only view is one of such peace and beauty, you can believe the happy lie that the rest of the world is just so.
When Kevin Costner asks his dad at the end if he’d like to have a catch, I just completely lose my shit. Any guy who doesn’t is either in mixed company when he sees it or was blessed with an unusually...
We should make a pit trap with spikes in the bottom. You make the pit and I’ll make the spikes.
We should be going in there with a thousand naked warriors who fight like wet cats with dodgy bowls.
They were lounging, in fact, in an almost ostentatious manner, as if to say to passersby like myself, Look uponst my exquisite lounging, foolish mortal, and mourn that you will never lounge with such...
There are only three things you can do when something falls from the sky,' my archdruid used to say. 'Get out of the way, get underneath some shelter, or give it some reason to change its mind about f...
The guy lacks a soul—did you see him? He probably thinks cauliflower is delicious!
The grin on his face wasn’t the affable, friendly sort; it was more like the sociopathic rictus of the irretrievably, bugfuckeringly insane.
The future is a many-forked path, she said, and only you can choose which one to follow. I know that. What I don’t know is what waits at the end of those paths. Victory or death. Choose well.
The danger of growing old is growing comfortable and complacent at the same time. We should seek out the new and strange and applaud it and throw wild fecking parties whenever it walks into our lives....
That was the attraction of the sirens: not promises of power or riches, but bewildering, tantalizing prophecies that made men leap from their ships to go ask the crazy bitches what the fuck they were...
Shared knowledge can weigh heavy in the scales of power,
Sexual repression is conduct unbecoming a Celt. I shrugged. Better that than having to deal with guilt ferrets.
Pick a system—any system, legal or ecclesiastical—and you’ll start to wonder at how anyone could think it was fair. And then you’ll realize it was never meant to be fair but rather was intended to pro...
Peace isn’t as easy as everyone wants you to think it is.