she is a story with no ending, happy or sad. She can never belong to anything mortal enough to want her.” Most - Peter S. Beagle

I’ll stuff you with misery till it comes out of your eyes. I’ll change your heart into green grass, and all you love into a sheep. I’ll turn you into a bad poet with dreams.

The baloney weighed the raven down, and the shopkeeper almost caught him as he whisked out the delicatessen door.

... some things aren't any good unless they're shared. Sitting up all night would be pointless if somebody you loved wasn't sitting up with you, picking out music to play and helping you kill the bourbon. Walking by yourself in the rain is for college kids who think loneliness makes poets.