I’m going to become a beat poet and a lesbian!

On a wing and a prayer." (After being asked how the angels make love in Milton's Paradise Lost).

The Angel of Death is always a young person, or a group of young people, you'll begin seeing them left and right soon.

Nice dress,” Victoria said.
“Thank you,” Perpetua said. “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”
Victoria blinked. “Uh, what?

Prickly

When I'm feeling
porcupine-y,
I get nasty,
I get whiny.

Stay away or
I might stick you.
My sharp words are
quills to prick you.

Wealth and intelligence should not be categorized as relatives.