You want to know what I truly look like? I'll help you out. Find yourself a mirror while I continue.

I had many boxing matches with my brother in the backyard when we were younger, and I guess while other people abhor boxing for its brutality, I also have to admire anyone who climbs into the ring to face up to what could be the ultimate defeat.

There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.

She rubbed her eyes, and after a long study of his face, she spoke "Is it really you?" Is it from your cheek, she thought, that I took the seed? The man nodded. His heart wobbled and he held tighter to the branches. It is.

But neither of us knows, because a fight's worth nothing if you know from the start that you're going to win it.

He killed himself for wanting to live.

A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)