An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards. - Neil Gaiman

I wondered where the illusion of the second moon had come from, but I only wondered for a moment, and then I dismissed it from my thoughts. Perhaps it was an afterimage, I decided, or a ghost: something that had stirred in my mind, for a moment, so powerfully that I believed it to be real, but now was gone, and faded into the past like a memory forgotten, or a shadow into the dusk.

You can't trust other people. If it's important, you have to do it yourself.

Rule number one: Don't fuck with librarians.