My most comforting book is my compilation of the first three Young Wizards books by Diane Duane. I can't even count how many times I've picked that book up.

I would cancel American Idol. I hate that shit.

I would bring back Pushing Daisies, because that show deserved SO much better than the ending it got. I don't even have anything amazing to do with it, I'd just want them to continue with the storyline they had to try to wrap up in one episode. I want to know what was meant to happen, dammit.

Gabriel Gray from Heroes, Dexter Morgan from Dexter, and Gentleman Johnnie Marcone from the Dresden Files. Although I don't know how wise it would be to give any of those men a croquet mallet.

Carl Sagan, Oscar Wilde, and Ani DiFranco. And it would have to be a gravity bong.

My dream house is a two-story house on the Massachusetts coast. It would have a big yard with an inground pool and a giant trampoline and at least one hammock. The kitchen would be done in black marble and stainless steel and there would be a breakfast nook. There would be bay windows in the living room and the library, with window seats. The basement would be an awesome home theater. The most important feature of the house would be the cats. There would be at least three of them.