You'd challenge me and lose. You know it, I know it, but you'd still do it. Sometimes your sense of honor confuses the hell out of me.

I’m a cat. We aren’t required to make sense.

Any good Irwin can make going to the corner store for a candy bar and a Coke lood death defying and suicidal.

Things it is not polite to discuss at the dinner table: politics, religion, and the walking dead.

He didn't have much strength to offer, but what he did have was hers without question.

It is what it is. Isn't that how these things always go? They are what they are. We just get to cope.

Me, I say those are all great things to live for, if they're what happens to float your boat, but at the end of the day, there's got to be somebody you're doing it for. Just one person you're thinking of everytime you make a decision, everytime you tell the truth, or tell a lie, or anything. I've got mine. Do you?