I've decided I don't like books that end with 'The End'. The fact that there are no more pages, suggests to me that the book has ended.

What you call life is but a dream, and reality is relative.

Armon stared into the wild darkness of his opponent and saw a reflection of his own fall.

Today, I attended a friend's birthday party dressed as a ninja. I soon discovered that ninjas are very misunderstood.

I appreciated art, long before I could produce it.

Of what value is your life, unless you are willing to sacrifice it for those you love?

So often, the discarded love of youth is desperately yearned for in maturity.