There's a couple I really like. I like the paper dolls ... the Queen Victoria.

She was happy, yes, in her own way, as best as she knew.
But there’s a difference between a single candle in darkness and a sunrise.

And you're late."
"I prefer chronologically challenged.

I want to talk to you. I want to listen to you. I want to walk with you and, yes, I want you in my bed. That's what I want today. That's what I'll want in a hundred years. If you promise to be my wife forever, I will pledge myself to your happiness.

As you enter, you pray to leave. As you leave, you pray to never return.

One of my professors once told me that the last official act of the British monarchy was when Queen Victoria refused to sign a law that made same-sex acts illegal. It would have made me think more highly of her, except the reason she objected was because she didn’t believe women would do anything like that. Parliament rewrote the law so it was specific to men, and she signed it. A tribute to enlightenment, Queen Victoria was not. Neither, as I have observed before, are werewolf packs.