The world howls for social justice, but when it comes to social responsibility, you sometimes cant even hear crickets chirping.

She blinked, sat up, and saw Chris in the bathroom doorway. He'd just gotten out the shower. His hair was damp, and he was dressed only in his briefs. The sight of his thin, boyish body - all ribs and elbows and knees - pulled at her heart, for he looked so innocent and vulnerable. He was so small and fragile that she wondered how she could ever protect him, and renewed fear rose in her.

A fine line separates the weary recluse from the fearful hermit. Finer still is the line between hermit and bitter misanthrope.

People couldn't bear to go on living if they faced every cold truth about themselves.

Of course, I don't know everything. Considering the infinite amount of knowledge that one could acquire in a virtually innumerable array of intellectual disciplines, it's probably more accurate to say that I don't know anything.

The wives of Spartans are the secret pillars of the world."--Odd Thomas

Loving the ideal more than the reality is the cause of all the misery the human species creates for itself.