Writers. For some reason, a lot of you reject what you hear and see in your heads. If you go too long ignoring it, it builds up and then you do all sorts of weird things. Mumble to yourself. Nightmares. Day-dreams. Total anarchy and chaos. Before you know it, the writer is either sitting in corner feverishly humming to his- or herself or on Prozac. You’re not on Prozac, are you? (Esther)

You’re seriously not joking?” – Sundown “Really? How many more times are you going to ask me that? I could be on a beach right now with my wife, son, and daughter, baking in the sun while they frolic and play. Am I? No. I’m here, and I want nothing more than to yank you around with bullshit ’cause this gets me off more than my wife running in a bikini.” – Zarek

Life is all about finding your place. All of us are vulnerable, and at times we all feel adrift. But somehow, we all muddle through. He'll be fine. Like the rest of us. We just need some faith.

Good Lord, who spread the Daimon fertilizer around? They're cropping up like a bad horror flick. (Tabitha)

I found my happy place the minute I saw you

He would remember their kiss forever. She wouldn’t recall him at all.’ (Wulf)

Tell me the name of your best friend. (Sunshine) Wulf Tryggvason. (Talon) Oh my God, you just answered a question. I think the world may end over it. (Sunshine)