Quick question. Does this magical skill with gray matter come with a total lack of compunction for your kind, or is it just you who were born without a conscience? V: I beg your pardon?

But every once in a while, from out of the blue, someone reaches the quiet place where you spend your private time and changes the way you see yourself

Destiny was a machine built over time, each choice that you made in life adding another gear, another conveyor belt, another assemblyman. Where you ended up was the product that was spit out at the end—and there was no going back for a redo. You couldn‟t take a peek at what you‟d manufactured and decide, Oh, wait, I wanted to make sewing machines instead of machine guns; let me go back to the beginning and start again. One shot. That was all you got.

It...is for me?" "Aye. So what say you, lover mine.

Word of advice. These have a kick, so don’t suck too hard—” Holy hypoxia, Batman.

good call. A second drag and your next stop's the wastepaper basket - and not to toss your kleenex, true.

Don't make me flip you off" "Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby?" "Because my finger's getting sore.