by The Dragonfly Thief » Thu Sep 08, 2011 4:30 am
Arya smiled at the little man. "I will go look around. You stay right here, Mr. Shire." She skipped off, walking through the aisles. It seemed that in this strange land, all food was covered in shiny, see-through paper that made crackling sounds on it when she touched. Often, the name of the food was written on it. "Cheese. Cheese." she continusly muttered to herself as she walked the aisles. She found some cheese. No, not just some cheese, a ton of cheese. Arya picked to one with the lowest number on it where the package said, 'price'. She took it to Scipio. "I got some cheese for Mr. Shire."
“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