Anybody That Says Different Is Selling Something.

No. Not Yet. A Craftsman Only. But I Dream To Be An Artist. I Pray That Someday, If I Work With Enough Care, If I Am Very Very Lucky, I Will Make A Weapon That Is A Work Of Art. Call Me An Artist Then, And I Will Answer.

The Enemy Is Always In The Mind.

Life Isn't Fair. It's Just Fairer Than Death, That's All.

I Love You,” Buttercup Said. “i Know This Must Come As Something Of A Surprise, Since All I’ve Ever Done Is Scorn You And Degrade You And Taunt You, But I Have Loved You For Several Hours Now, And Every Second, More.

You Could Concentrate Much More Deeply When You Were Alone With Agony.