Three hand-painted signs had been tacked to a broke-down gate. The first read, THE QUIBBLER EDITOR, X. LOVEGOOD. The second, PICK YOUR OWN MISTLETOE. The third, KEEP OFF THE DIRIGIBLE PLUMS. The gate creaked as they opened it. The zigzagging path leading to the front door was overgrown with a variety of odd plants, including a bush covered in orange radishlike fruit Luna sometimes wore as earrings.
Éomer, son of Éomund, Third Marshal of Riddermark, King of Rohan
Xiao Liwu at the San Diego Zoo in California, US, on December 7, 2013.
For truly to pursue monsters, we must understand them. We must venture into their minds. Only in doing so, do we risk letting them venture into ours?
Mark Hamill, Carrie Fisher, and Harrison Ford.
We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know. It was the best. The daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well, I borrowed it. I was always going to take it back. Oh, that box. Amy, you’ll dream about that box. It’ll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient, and the bluest blue ever. And the times we had, eh? Would have had. Never had. In your dreams, they’ll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond, and the days that never came.