There will always be people for whom hate is easier when it’s not backed up by anything but fear.

They come to us, these restless dead, Shrouds woven from the words of men, With trumpets sounding overhead (The walls of hope have grown so thin And all our vaunted innocence Has withered in this endless frost) That promise little recompense For all we risk, for all we've lost.

If anything, global response to the Rising only confirmed something that many Australians had quietly believed for quite some time: If forced to live in Australia for a year, most of the world's population would simply curl up in a fetal ball and die of terror.

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

My mother once told me that no women is naked when she comes equipped with a bad mood and a steady glare.

And then everything was in the hands of gravity, which has never had much love for the terminally stupid.

Pronouns are only useful when you combine them with other words. I have a few I can give you, if you're at a loss.