Tragedy and adversary are the stones we sharpen our swords against so we can fight new battles.

You will fail and I’ll dance on your grave. (Apollymi)

It seemed his demon couldn't tell the physical difference between when he was in danger and when he was "in" Danger.

I’m assuming those are Daimons. (Susan) No, they’re Avon ladies. (Ravyn)

I'm a gunfighter, Jim, not a demonologist." Sin moved past him so that he could burn the body o n the ground. "Nice Bones impression. Roddenberry would be proud.

In a dream I cannot see tangled abstract phallacy random turmoil builds in me i'm a addicted to chaos -Megadeth, Addicted to Chaos

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)