Oh, come on, Arthur." "I don't want to hear it, Andy." "Jesus Christ" "He doesn't want to hear it, either.

The injury of words. Yes, the brutality of words.

The water crumbles on it's way down as my hands and feet push me forward. The world is lightening, taking shape, and turning to color. It feels like it's being painted around me.

I am constantly overestimating and underestimating the human race - that rarely do I ever simply estimate it.

A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

Humans have a talent for escalation. -Death

Sometimes you read a book so special that you want to carry it around with you for months after you've finished just to stay near it.