You know, I'm sick and tired of people pointing rifles at me.

He's a bully. I love bullies. They have such big, shiny red buttons to push.

If vampires ever spend less time playing theatrics and living down to their stereotypes, they might actually take over the world someday

One inch at a time, that was how her father had taught her. You can't do anything but worry about the few inches right in front of you.

1980's: not a time period but a state of mind.

I looked at my two wolves. When I knelt they came to me rubbed against me smelling me and I stroked them. "Thank you for believing in me " I said and maybe they understood and maybe they didn't.

A lot of what we're doing here deals with perception rather than truth. Many would argue that reality depends more on the former than the latter.