Falling in love is like that: you always feel like a dumbass at some point, even if you know it‘s coming — it‘s unavoidable.

“An Druides be, thanne answere me: whos love in Eire is moste fyn and fre?" Hern…”

“You don't need to say any special incantation or sacrifice a stray cat or somet…”

“Wisdom eludes me yet, but foolishness I captured long ago and to this day it is…”

“I see. And who is this author?”“Neil Fucking Gaiman.”“His second name is Fuckin…”