I seldom feel trapped by my world. Setting up rules and restrictions is part of the process. It gives your world shape. I always look at these things like haiku: you have to work within certain parameters, but within them, you’re completely free.

He wore his fear on his skin for everyone to see.

Don't talk. Kill it." That might be the sweetest thing a woman's ever said to me on a first date.

The ashes of your existence will fertilize the soil for the universe to follow.

I'd like to think they're staring at me because of my white-hot animal magnetism, but I'm not Elvis. I'm Lobster Boy, hear me roar.

Enemies will kill you with a knife in the back. Friends will kill you with kindness. Either way you're dead.

I can deal with fighting in the arena in Hell, but laundry and dishes put the fear of God in me.