"This is no time to make new enemies!"

Subject quote from Voltaire's last words, after he was asked if he was going to renounce Satan.

Mum: So what do you want for supper tomorrow, El?
Kerrin, in dark and mysterious tones: You'll want to choose carefully, now. It's your last supper.
Me, staring suspiciously round the table: Okay, which one of you is planning to betray me for 30 pieces of silver?
Stephanie, waving hand in the air: Oh, me! Me! I do!

Also, ( I am Maximilien Robespierre. )

The best thing about my new glasses is that I can see little rainbows at the edge of my vision.
The worst thing about tomorrow is that it's my first milestone birthday. Sweet sixteen, and all that shit.
I want a cake that says "Happy Birthday, Maximilien Robespierre." I bet the cake decorators wouldn't bat an eyelash.