Sleep is God. Go worship.

The past was gone. Nothing could change what had already been. Looking back at it, letting its wounds fester, indulging in regret was just a different, slower way to die. The living moved forward.

It's all right to be afraid. You just don't let it stop you from doing your job.

Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don't feel it.

There's always, always a choice. My options might really, truly suck, but that doesn't mean there isn't a choice.

Regardless of what I think about Islam or Wicca or any other religion, the fact is that it's a group of people. Every faith has its ceremonies. And since it's made up of people, every faith also has its assholes.

The human mind is not a terribly logical or consistent place.