Does it make you feel big to make a little boy cry?

I think I've got Fear down, but how do I take it all the way up to Terror?

However you must have sensed a lurking 'but' skulking beneath my happy, blithe, and chipper exterior. A minuscule vexation, like the teeniest lump of raw liver sticking to the inside of my boot.

There's a tale in the Caballa that suggests that the Angel of Death is so beautiful that upon seeing it (or him, or her) you fall in love so hard, so fast, that your soul is pulled out through your eyes. I like that story.

They all do the same things. They may think their sins are original, but for the most part they are petty and repetitive.

I was the kind of person who knew what he wanted to do; I wanted to write, I wanted not to be in school, and I felt that university would just be spending another four years of my life before I could write.

There are some as are what they are. And there are some as aren't what they seem to be. And there are some as only seem to be what they seem to be.