I don't know about your true form, but the weight of your ego sure is pushing the crust of the earth toward the breaking point.

Everyone stopped to blink at that for a second. I mean, come on. Impaled by a guided frozen turkey missile. Even by the standards of the quasi-immortal creatures of the night, that ain't something you see twice. "For my next trick," I panted into the startled silence, "anvils.

I don't have a muse. I have a mortgage.

What is the point of having free will if one cannot occasionally spit in the eye of destiny?

Faith is about what you do. It's about aspiring to be better and nobler and kinder than you are. It's about making sacrifices for the good of others-- even when there's not going to be anyone telling you what a hero you are.

You can't plan for everything or you never get started in the first place.

A pure heart and mind only takes you so far - sooner or later the hormones have their say, too.