So much for a great opening speech, that sucker done tucked tail and is hiding in the deepest part of my brain, sucking its thumb.

It's okay to be afraid, Jo. It's what keeps us alive. But falling to that fear is what will get you killed.

Tyler shrugs. "It's a big world, Jo. Who am I to say what is and isn't possible?

Whoa... don't go freaking out on me yet, " he says with a smile, a smile I'm starting to have a real like and hate relationship with.

There's a transparent face that looks deep into my eyes, baring my soul, right before terror consumes me and the image becomes a black mass of horror.

It's evil, Jo. It exists in all forms of life and death.

The fact that ghosts are real doesn't surprise me-I've always been a believer in that area. It's the realization that there may be something out there, something most can't see, that is able to kill.

It seems I can go from elated, embarrassed, angry, and back to embarrassed in four comments flat.

Poverty was not created by God. It is we who have caused it, you and I through our egotism.

...only more keenly aware of how her soul starved within her, its wings wasting with the despair of disuse.

Religion will prove to the believer a comforter and a sure guide to the fountain of true happiness.

I stay true, because whatever the project is, I'm still looking for inside of that character.

They told us love was a disease. They told us it would kill us in the end. For the very first time I realize, that this, too, might also be a lie.

Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember-pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.

Despair young and never look back.

I've worn a suit and tie for most of my life. And I believe (for me), it makes me more confident navigating the world.

Everybody complains that people are so flaky in LA. I'd rather be flaky than mean.