And then the world exploded.

And in real life endings aren't always neat, whether they're happy endings, or whether they're sad endings.

I think that we're all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better - and maybe not all that much better after all.

What I'm saying is that I'm trying to find rational reasons to explain irrational feelings, and that's neveer a good sign.

He's a very nice man and all that, easy to get along with, fun, he never makes me cry. But is that love? I mean, is that all there is to it? Even when you learned to ride your two-wheeler, you had to fall off a few times and scrape both knees. Call it a rite of passage. And that was just a little thing.

He sat upon his throne, which is made of skulls.

Good days and long nights to ya, sai.