Blood always weighed the heaviest when it belonged to someone else.

She floated across the boundary of realms, nothing more than a human shell. She existed but only as a shadow of who she once was.

He felt the imaginary weight of shackles press against his soul. He bound himself to her once more.

The sudden pounding in her chest, the trembling of her hands, the inflation of her lungs. It was exactly like being alive. It was reanimating the dead.

If they had met on different grounds, he may have been able to help her. Now all he could do was hope they reached the end with as little blood shed as possible.

A wise man will make more opportunities than he finds.

It is my conclusion that the human mind and body is essentially a single cell rechargeable battery that is charged from the atmospheric DC voltage and the Earth.

I was motivated by just thinking that if you had all this external success that everyone would love you and everything would be peaceful and wonderful.

Music is a lens through which to see who we are. Every phrase of every piece of music is trying to tell a story.

It is not from top to bottom that societies die; it is from bottom to top.

I think what we've done is given children a lot of things that they didn't ask for instead of what they do want.

They think that nothing will happen because they have closed their doors, and they do not know that it is in the soul that things always happen, and that the world does not end at their housedoor.

The coach should be the absolute boss, but he still should maintain an open mind.

A sold-out house my first night back. Do you have any idea what kinda pressure that is? I could have been at home in my warm bed, playing Nintendo.

Instead of being a Woodrow Wilson democracy promoter we ought to hunt down our enemies and kill ISIS rather than creating opportunities for ISIS to take control of new countries.