That is the moral of this story, kids. No matter how many people try to stomp on your happiness, you have the power to do whatever you want with your life.

Closing your mind to religion is no different than the close-mindedness that religions can cause.

When I say something like "back when I was in high school," I usually mean: "back when I was supposed to be in high school.

Like a grindhouse version of Grimm's Fairy Tales, Wallwork's fiction is smart, innovative, and a hell of a lot of fun.

Opportunities? They are all around us ... There is power lying latent everywhere waiting for the observant eye to discover it.

The British Army has a fine tradition of being so distracted by what it is currently up to it stubbornly refuses to look round the corner, let alone into the future.

From that moment our love became sad, and sadness is a disease which gives the death-blow to affection.

I'm one day closer…!

Gags die, humor doesn't.

Same if you had a bad show, it just rolls off you more easily.

Wherever you have seen God pass, mark that spot, and go and sit in that window again.

Over the trackless past, somewhere, Lie the lost days of our tropic youth, Only regained by faith and prayer, Only recalled by prayer and plaint, Each lost day has its patron saint!

Ugliness is an illusion, gentlemen. Like beauty. Like color. All depends on the light. The only reality is action.