Breath belongs to Mehay. Ecl has no use for it.
White pill, blue pill, yellow pill, purple pill; its like swallowing a rainbow every bedtime.
Some people use things; they destroy. You're a creator, a builder.
What one person does, several people usually consider.
I'm standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy.
A story isn't a charcoal sketch, where every stroke lies on the surface to be seen. It's an oil painting, filled with layers that the author must uncover so carefully to show its beauty.