... but it is attitude, not years, that condemns one to the ranks of the Undead, or else proffers salvation. In the domain of the young there dwells many an Undead soul. They rush about so, their inner putrefaction is concealed for a few decades, that is all.

Who was blowing on the nape of my neck?

If war's first victim is truth, its second is clerical efficiency.

Travel far enough, you meet yourself.

Good moods’re as fragile as eggs...Bad moods’re as fragile as bricks.

Dreams are all I have ever truly owned.

One fine day a predatory world shall consume itself.