I don't like bullies. No one has a right to take or to hurt just because they can.

My breathing is controlled, but all the fear and anger within me. Fear is too simple a word. Terror. That's what I feel.

The key to change is letting go of the fear.

And that’s about all any of us can really hope for, to die with our dignity, to die with honor and valor. To die knowing we did everything we could.

Bad day?" "Every day is a bad day here." "Eh, this place isnt't so terrible." "How are you always cheerful?" "Alcohol," he says with a sideways grin.

He who doesn't understand history is doomed to repeat it.

Did you know Johnny thinks he's Pittacus resurrected?