The only dark magic we’re into is chocolate.
Rare is the union of beauty and purity.
Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams.
ALL HAIL THE HYPNOSNAIL
The stable wears out a horse more than the road.
For the merchant, even honesty is a financial speculation.
She who waits for her knight must remember – she will have to clean up after his horse