Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end.

Most runners run not because they want to live longer, but because they want to live life to the fullest.

When I wake up, my pillow’s cold and damp with tears. But tears for what? I have no idea.

Her cry was the saddest sound of orgasm that I had ever heard.

When I am writing, I do not distinguish between the natural and supernatural. Everything seems real. That is my world, you could say.

I'm not going to get involved in a debate with you. Just remember this: the gods give, and the gods take away. Even if you are not aware of having been granted what you posses, the gods remember what they gave you. They don't forget a thing. You should use the abilities you have been granted with the utmost care.

But intolerant,narrow minds with no imagination are like parasites that transform the host,change form,and continue to thrive. They're a lost cause, and I don't want anyone like that coming in here.