Of course, in a novel, people’s hearts break, and they die, and that is the end of it; and in a story this is very convenient. But in real life we do not die when all that makes life bright dies to us. There is a most busy and important round of eating, drinking, dressing, walking, visiting, buying, selling, talking, reading, and all that makes up what is commonly called living, yet to be gone through…

Birds can sing and fish can swim and I can do this.

All you need to build a house, Is blood and bricks and plaster.

I came to get you. I knew you'd freak