I do love you. I love you enough to accept who you are. Why can’t I received the same feeling in return?”-Ariel

Do not sing me back to shore! Not until you are standing on two feet!

She must die.

She probably fell asleep and was washed away by the tortoise waves!”-Arista

And now,” Eric yelled into his mircophone, “we’re going to sing a new song-one we just wrote. This one’s for my girlfriend. We’ve been going out for three weeks, and, damn, our love is true....

What do you insolent merfolks want with me now? I swear I haven’t eaten any of your children.”-Ursula

She winced and covered her ears as Eric,onstage, wrestled with his microphone.”Sorry about that, guys!” he yelled. “All right. I’m Eric, and this is my homeboy Matt on the drums. My first poem is called...

Why won’t you just go and find out?” the question startled her. She whirled around to come face to face with her evil aunt; Ursula.

Simon’s band never actually produced any music. Mostly they sat around in Simon’s living room, fighting about potential names and band logos. She sometimes wondered if any of them could actually play an instrument. ‘What’s...

It doesn’t prove anything except that you’re bullying us. Which, as I recall, is a sign of cowardice.

As long as everyone’s wearing their own pants.””I see I have come in on a fascinating moment in the conversation.

It took place in the midnight in the University’s Great Hall, in a welter of incense, candlesticks, runic inscriptions and magic circles, none of which was strictly necessary but which made the wizards feel better.

If you’ve reached this message that means our boy Simon is out partying. But please don’t fight among yourselves. There’s always enough Simon to go around.” There was a muffled yell, some laughter, and then...

I hated meatloaf. It was like something that Satan pooped out after an eternity of constipation. So I told Mom because I was honest that way. I sat back, squared my shoulders, and met her...

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