I don't do politics. I just like to laugh.
What are you doing?" "Looking for my fangs. " "We don't grow fangs you idiot!
I know who the demon thief is - it's me!
. . . please Lady. . . Do not speak of it. I was young and foolish. " "You most certainly were. " "You are cruel, Evanna.
Meddling, smug, stupid little. . . " "She likes me! They always play hard to get when they like me!" "No. You do not understand. I could not have done it because I can not read or write.
Quick! Head for the ground floor! We have to get out! We will die if we stay! The vampires are here!" "Haven't you got a hug for me, Larten, old buddy?
It's a bit like the feeling I get when I'm standing on a cliff or high building, looking down at a suicidal drop. I start thinking about what would happen if I stepped off, the rush of the fall, the shattering collision, the quiet emptiness of death. Part of me wants to experience the thrill of complete surrender.
The world is run by those who show up.
I hate reality TV, because it's so bullshit.
Each of us can work to change a small portion of events. And it's in the total of all those acts that the history of this generation will be written.
Many of us would like the world to change, but we don't want to endure the trouble of helping make it happen.