You were never burdened with intelligence, but your load seems to be especially light these days.

I don't mean to judge a book by its cover, but that man is all cover and no pages.

In a thousand years, when I’ve all but forgotten how to love yet again, you’ll flit back into my heart, and I’ll weep, wondering what happened to my mad love.

I love this time of year. The dickheads start popping up.

I've taken more pleasant shits than you, Mizora.

I wanna ride you until you see stars.

You smell very delicious, but I will not bite you.

I have witnessed dar too much, and you have given me too little. Finally, I can see.

I am so much more than what you made me.

It’s been seven years since I left. It’s no paradise - but it’s home. And it’s worth saving.

YES! OH GOODNESS YES! I am a good dog… Fantastic stuff.

The alliance is reforged, mortal. The planes thus quake, and the gods shudder.

Not what will happen - what will you do. Your past is not yet lost. Your future is not yet fixed.

For I am death. And I am not the end - I am a beginning.

But loneliness that deep gets into the marrow. Now that I’m here - among friends - I can feel it burning out of me. Little by little, step by step.