I'm a bartender. I like recipes. They're concretes. Was the drink recipe for seduction one shot charm and two shots self-deception, shaken, not stirred?

I have found there to be little distance between the unlatching of a chain and the spreading of a woman’s legs. As if they can never unbar only a single entrance. It’s a disease called hope. Women suffer from it greatly.

If aught must be lost, ‘twill be my honor for yours. If one must be forsaken, ‘twill be my soul for yours. Should death come anon, ‘twill be my life for yours. I am Given.

... You have me in your mouth, you don't get anybody else. Or you don't get me." - Jericho Barrons

Fire to my ice. Ice to my fever.

Evil is a completely different creature, Mac. Evil is bad that believes it's good.

Silence isn't golden, it's deadly. It's a vacuum that fills up with ghosts.