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

Rest. Heal. Sleep. I shall most likely kill you on the morrow.” “You? A Princess Bride quote?” I croaked. “What is that?” she asked.

You know how confusing the whole good-evil concept is for me.

I'm sure that you psychotic necro-wannabes with delusions of godhood are all about sharing with your fellow maniacs.

Could a man's heart, his soul, perish and yet leave him walking and talking as if alive?

Polka will never die.

Here's where I ask why don't you spend your time doing something safer and more boring. Like maybe administering suppositories to rabid gorillas.