I haven't had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone's dead and my root beer's gone.

I can learn to live with guilt. I don't care about being good.

...root beer floats are the stuff that toasts are made of.

I'm a big root beer guy.

In the older folklore, faeries were frightening beings. In fact, it was such a bad idea to get their attention that people would use flattering euphemisms for them, such as 'the people of peace,' 'the little people,' and 'the good neighbors.'

I don't feel prolific. I feel like I'm plodding along. Each day you sit down, and you hope that you get your work done.