I refuse to say things behind people's backs.
The hero is never the star of the story.
Christians are a lot like dinosaurs - about to become extinct.
This question is posed to mayself, am I a man who thinks he's an angel? Or an angel who thinks he's a man?
Without the threat of death, there's no reason to live... at all.
I've started to think that maybe I wouldn't mind passing my demented genius on to some small thing who can set fire and breathe profanity.