We may have been like needles in a hay stack, but they were like needles . . . in a stack of needles

There will be no more protests. No more dissension. No more violence. There will be only one voice. The voice of Ravinia. The voice of Halla. Your voice." "There goes freedom of speech," I said.

We may have been like needles in a hay stack, but they were like needles . . . in a stack of needles

My life is an ongoing, ever changing adventure.

"Who's Heinz and what's an accordion?"

You want to kill me, don't you? And here I thought you and your friends were so righteous. You are just as capable of evil as anyone. Perhaps more so. Yet you believe your brand of evil is justified, so long as it serves your own misguided purposes." --Saint Dane

If I weren't already dead, I'd have to kill myself just so I could roll over in my grave.