Yesterday my sister and I were in Starbucks, she was doing logic class stuff, and I was just kinda sitting there with her reading Sherlock, and words started coming to me so I pulled out my note-book and wrote 'em down. So I've finally described the main character in my book just right. And it makes me happy.
"...If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generation, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable." from A Case of Identity, by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle