Listen, last time I talked to you three, you were all two oars short of having any oars, so I don't want to hear it.

So what's the point, then, if we can't be happy? Why are we doing any of this?"

"Oh, there's definitely happiness," Jack said, turning his back on the ocean and looking at her. "But it's just about moments, not ever-afters." He grinned. "Like when you're right in the middle of the ocean with your friends, with no one trying to kill you in any kind of horrifying way. You have to appreciate these moments when they happen, 'cause obviously we don't get many of them.

In the land of Ingary where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of the three. Everyone knows you are the one who will fail first, and worst, if the three of you set out to seek your fortunes.

My fur is silky, damn it.

If we are to talk in the language of social constructions, then the construction of the very concepts of the social and the biological must also be elucidated.

There are only two options regarding commitment. You're either in or you're out. There's no such thing as life in-between.