I’ve had a tense couple of days. And I’ve got to tell you, burning someone’s face off sounds like a great way to relax.

I always considered myself a loner. I mean, not like a poor-me, Byron-esque, I-should-have-brought-a-swimming-buddy loner. I mean the sort of person who doesn’t feel too upset about the prospect of a weekend spent seeing no one, and reading good books on the couch. It wasn’t like I was a people hater or anything. I enjoyed activities and the company of friends. But they were a side dish. I always thought I would be happy without them.

The mad rarely know that they are mad. It's the rest of the world, I think, that seems insane to them.

For me chivalry isn't dead; it's an involuntary reflex.

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

We all must die. There is no better way to do so than in the pursuit of something you love.

I brought the Beetle to life with a roar. Well. Not really a roar. A Volkswagen Bug doesn't roar. But it sort of growled.