“Yeah, well, I tried to explain that my mind powers don’t work on Tuesdays.”

“Words...have always held the dangerous power to conjure things into being.”

“My beautiful, my Isobel. My Love. You ask me to wait. And so I wait.For all of this, I know, is but a dream.And when, in sleep, at last we wake,I will see you again.”

“Words, Isobel, have always held the dangerous power to conjure things into being. Remember that.”

“I Have Great Faith In Fools; Self-Confidence My Friends Call It.”

“I keep telling myselfThat you’rejust a girl.Another leaf blown across my pathDestined to pass onAnd shrivel into yourselfLike all the others.Yet despite my venomYou refuse to witherOr fade.You remain golden throughout,And in your gaze I am left to wonder if it is me aloneWho feels the fall.”

“Oh, sure. Let me just ask my geek brother to stop slaying zombie ninjas for a few hours so I can borrow the PC and catch up on my Victorian horror lit.”