Prove it. I'll measure your words against your actions, and from that I will determine your worth.

Prove it. I'll measure your words against your actions, and from that I will determine your worth.

Living means constantly growing closer to death. Satisfaction only temporarily relieves hunger. Find the balance, and plant your feet.

If Melissa Miller were an artist, she would have painted the world in vicious streaks of red. Nothing like Picasso's rose period, all soft and cheerful and so optimistic that it made you want to puke. Missy's red phase would have been brutal and bright enough to cut your eyes. Missy's art would have been honest.

A smile flitted across War's mouth, hidden by her helmet. She had little patience for religion (although she approved heartily of the religious fanatics who sought to cleanse the world of heresy), and the only faith War had was in cold steel and hot blood.

And oil's not supposed to mix with water. But then someone invented mayonnaise, and wham - instant mixing.

Fear is sweat, but terror is addictive.