Stories donโt end with the writers, however many started the race.
Know yourself and go in swinging, if it hurts when you hit, it might be real, too.
Belief is half of all healing. Belief in the cure, belief in the future that awaits.
Do we hate paradise so much we need to make sure it becomes a trash heap?
I wanted so badly for there to be more. I ached for there to be more than my crappy little life.' He shakes his head. 'And there was more. I just couldn't see it.
I was only following orders," the Mayor mocks. "The refuge of scoundrels since the dawn of time.