And you still haven't answered any of my one-hundred ten questions, or my follow ups.

Unity! Duty! And destiny!

Who are you and why are you here?''I'm here to kill you.''Oh. I knew there was something about you I liked.

Right. I can tell from the bat wings and the leeches that you three are just all happy-smiles and rainbows.

Quin lay down next to me and buried his face in my neck. I felt everything hidden and heavy inside him collapse in my arms. His hot tears joined with mine."I need you.""I know, " I answered.

I'm not most people. I have no patience for those who can't execute a plan with elegance.

I laugh at myself. I don't take myself completely seriously. I think that's another quality that people have to hold on to... you have to laugh, especially at yourself.

Was everybody seeing this stuff and acting as though they weren't? Was insanity just a matter of dropping the act?

But while I have never considered myself a very good person, neither can I bring myself to believe that I am spectacularly bad one. Perhaps it's simply impossible to think of oneself in such a way.

I do feel that, generally, people will see me and go, "He knows where the good food is," which is an awesome correlative. It's an awesome simplification.

As I get older and I get a few more years experience I become more like Dad, you know, King Lear.

It is time to search out your uniqueness, applaud and acknowledge yourself, and let your own light shine.

If there weren't luck involved, I would win every time.

This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever.