How totally unexpected," he declared, then proceeded to faint from blood loss.

You are inexperienced. So was I, once. So is every man. The measure of a person is not how much they have lived. . . It's in how they make us of what life has shown them.

Life before Death. Strength before Weakness. Journey before Destination.

If you don't believe what I'm telling you, then ask yourself this: would any decent, kind-hearted individual become a writer? Of course not.

imaginary things were often the only items of real substance in people's lives.

Small things were important. Secods were small things, and if you heaped enough of those on top of one another, they became a man's life.

You see, that is the sad, sorry, terrible thing about sarcasm. It's really funny.