His shrill cries flood the forest like light engulfing a silhouette.

And to think of all the colors in the world, blood chose to be red.

Life without madness is mediocrity.

Turn your pain into purpose.

And to think of all colors in the world, blood chose to be red." ~ The Fray Theory

He feels the need to hear a human voice—a fully human voice like his own. Sometimes he laughs like a hyena or roars like a lion—his idea of a hyena his idea of a lion.

Books are like plants. They're decorations that are alive.

Miranda looked up at him through a haze of desire, her will consumed by a fierce crackling heat, just like the dry twigs of the old woman's fire.

In the last couple of years I've been facing down a lot of the demons of the past and trying to find out, who I am, It's something I think I'll be doing for the rest of my life.

Great companies are defined by their discipline and their understanding of who they are and who they are not.

Don't assume that your personal moral compass, however admirable it may be, will always give you the right answer to complicated questions that require in-depth analysis.

Dogs don't got the problems of people. Dogs can be happy any old time.

It's not a democracy here, it's the Middle East.

What SF can do better than anything else is show us the range of our possible futures, and what we can do to realize the good ones and avoid the nasty ones.

You'll see. I'm as good as any boy. I'm better. - Kel