We are the sum total of the decisions we have made.

The gates of Hell are terrible to behold, are they not?

Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.

If you cannot judge a book by its cover, surely we should not judge an author by one book alone?

It's not unpatriotic to denounce an injustice committed on our behalf, perhaps it's the most patriotic thing we can do.

No one messes around with a nerd's computer and escapes unscathed.

You know how creative people are, we have to try everything until we find our niche.