Lacking better materials, her fairy godmother turned her parents into a ball gown and slippers for the evening.

It sounded like none other than a million frogs giggling at once.

There's nothing wrong with Gotham a few street trees couldn't fix.

I am therefore, I think.

This reality we've created may not survive the light.

Someone told him the best way to get what he wanted out of life would be to write his own obituary and work back from there. Problem was he didn't know what he wanted, so he asked his friends to all write obituaries for him. That's when the trouble began.

The back of his head opened up; it was a book. She flipped through the pages.

Gravity may have won the battle, but the war is still on!

What part of, "What part of my question did you not understand?" did you not understand?

It slowly dawned on her that her life, which up until recently had seemed so convincing, was just a flimsy plot device in a poorly-written science fiction novel.

You've got to be proactive about being a jerk; otherwise you might never get around to it.

As his lifeless body grew cold, the machines that he had built gathered around him, waiting for his next command.

I spend so much time preaching, sometimes it's nice to be the choir.

Still feeling the tendrils of the God fragment I bumped into last Tuesday.

"That's one pooch you can't unscrew," he said, shaking his head.

Would you rather be reaching for something or trying to hold on to it?

Oh, I used to believe in gravity, but I became dissatisfied with it.

As another beam fell and flames leapt around us, I turned to her, knowing we didn't have long before we were engulfed. Time seemed to slow down, reflected sparks tracing lazy arcs across her eyes. All I could think was how lovely she looked in that light.

Respect my bullshit!

The graffiti said simply "Me"... How appropriate.

It wasn't long before the magic was out of control. We always had the option to neutralize it, but it quickly became obvious that we would never take it, no matter how bad things got.

The Herculean Games: just like the Olympics, but without those pesky drug restrictions.

thanks: Kevin

He was in the Dia de los Muertos parade, dressed as a suburb.

90% of any skill is failure recovery.

He took pleasure in goading her until she lashed out, then acting betrayed until she asked for his forgiveness.

I tried to be cynical, but it was just too much work.

Mustn't let the eye see what the body already knows.

Children are like cheese, in that you can make them at home.

Plenty of people shave in the car while driving to work, but she does her bikini area and everything!

Simple things make good building blocks.