by The Dragonfly Thief » Sat Sep 03, 2011 5:37 pm
Freya laughed again then became visable. "Ha! See! Right behind you." She shifted into a more comfortable postion. "Back at home, I was a spy for the king." she grinned then stood up straight, the smile disapeering from her face. Oh no! I have to get home! Damn. I have to give the news that they will attack. "Listen, I have no time." Freya said sharply, "I must get home. Please," she begged, "Do you have any, any idea at all how to get home?"
((Glad you like Fire!))
“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
“I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.”
John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley
"Everything looks good from here... (beat...playing with plastic dinosaurs over his console) Yes. Yes, this is a fertile land, and we will thrive."
(as Stegosaurus) "We will rule over all this land, and we will call it... 'This Land'."
(as T-Rex) "I think we should call it...your grave!"
(Stegosaurus) "Ah, curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!"
(T-Rex) "Ha ha HA! Mine is an evil laugh...now die!"
Wash, Firefly