That's what you get for telling the truth. Someone calls you a liar. Most people will accept a likely lie to an unlikely truth. In fact, they prefer it.

Without hope, love dies and parts of you wither.

There had to be a circle of Hell where you were eternally fourteen, eternally in junior high. One of the lower circles.

When crime busting is easier than your personal life, something has gone seriously wrong.

What we prefer to read is sort of like sexual preference, you like what you like. Most of the time you have no clue why.

Nill illigitamus carborundum

I've lost track of the number of people who want to be writers but never actually write anything. Talking about writing, dreaming about writing, can be very fun, but it won't get a book written. You've got to write