It was a defeat, resorting to crude threats in a game of subtlety, but sometimes one must sacrifice a battle to win the war.

Each day the memories weigh a little heavier. Each day they drag you down that bit further. You wind them around you, a single thread at a time, and you weave your own shroud, you build a cocoon, and in it madness grows.

I've always seen 'no' as a challenge rather than an answer.

I've always felt that the placement of a man's testicles is an eloquent argument against intelligent design.

For the longest time I studied revenge to the exclusion of all else. I built my first torture chamber in the dark vaults of imagination. Lying on bloody sheets in the Healing Hall I discovered doors within my mind that I'd not found before, doors that even a child of nine knows should not be opened. Doors that never close again. I threw them wide.

It never pays to walk blindly. Especially not in your own castle where familiarity hides so much - even when we have the eyes to see.

There’s something brittle in me that will break before it bends.