You pay for what you get, you own what you pay for... and sooner or later whatever you own comes back home to you.

I win, you win. You win, I win. The gun, I win. The fruit, you win. I win, you win.

I think uncertainty is good for things. Certainty breeds complacency and complacency means that you just sit somewhere in your nice little comfortable suburban house in Michigan, looking at CNN and saying, "Oh, those poor immigrant children that are all coming across the border. But we really can't have them here - that isn't what God wants. Let's send them all back to the drug cartels." There's a complacency to it.

The family exists for many reasons, but its most basic function may be to draw together after a member dies.

The old sleep poorly. Perhaps they stand watch.

Nightmares exist outside of logic, and there's little fun to be had in explanations; they're antithetical to the poetry of fear.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.