There's no place for someone who can't decide between being one or the other.

I'm not the protagonist of a novel or anything...I'm just a normal college student who likes to read...But...If I were to write a book with me as tge main character...It would be......A tragedy.

I'm not the protagonist of a novel or anything...I'm just a normal college student who likes to read...But...If I were to write a book with me as the main character...It would be......A tragedy.

Tormented by an unworldly hunger, yet not knowing how to satisfy it.

Humans are thought to be at the top of the food chain...But there are beings who hunt them as food.These monsters who feed on the dead flesh of humans.They are called......Ghouls.

Being insulted by a smart-mouthed little punk like you.. really pisses me off!

I'll tell you right now, a ghoul's hunger is true hell.

There's only one way to satisfy a ghoul's hunger.

Listen to the trees talking in their sleep, ' she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have!

A fox should not be of the jury at a goose's trial.

I want my kids to see me as Dad, for God's sake, not a television personality.

Fame has sent a number of celebrities off the deep end, and in the case of Michael Jackson, to the kiddy pool.

The popularity of conspiracy theories is explained by people's desire to believe that there is - some group of folks who know what they're doing

You have to begin to develop a repertory of jokes, multi-plane spiritual jokes, the sort of things the Zen masters tell each other when they're asleep. These are the secret teachings.

It's helpful to be prepared to celebrate the tiny things that you can do, where you meet the world and you negotiate an outcome that's quite tiny. But you can still make it feel remarkable.

The intellect is not the means of creation, and creation does not take place through the functioning of the intellect; on the contrary, there is creation when the intellect is silent.

My definition (of a philosopher) is of a man up in a balloon, with his family and friends holding the ropes which confine him to earth and trying to haul him down.

Hip-hop ain't died because of the South, that's retarded.