Fear is the emotion that makes us blind.

Dead was the gift that kept on giving. Dead, like diamonds, was forever.

There's a Mr. Hyde for every happy Jekyll face, a dark face on the other side of the mirror. The brain behind that face never heard of razors, prayers, or the logic of the universe. You turn the mirror sideways and see your face reflected with a sinister left-hand twist, half mad and half sane.

Don't look back, never look back. How often do people tell themselves that after an experience that is exceptionally good (or exceptionally bad?)? Often, I suppose. And the advice usually goes unheeded. Humans were built to look back; that's why we have tat swivel joint in our necks.

The definition of an asshole is someone who doesn't believe what he is seeing.

Good days and long nights to ya, sai.

... suicide gets in the air sometimes. Like a cold germ.