Hate Has No Literature: Real Fear And

There Are No Mistakes. Only New Paths To Explore.

Sometimes You Have To Lose To Win

Friendship Is An Algebra Test That Nobody Passes.

You Can Never Tell What People Have Inside Them Until You Start Taking It Away, One Hope At A Time

But I Smiled, And Smiling Was Easy, No Matter How Strange And Disorienting The Street Seemed To Be. I Was A Fugitive. I Was A Wanted Man, A Hunted Man, With A Price On My Head. And I Was Still One Step Ahead Of Them. I Was Free. Every Day, When You're On The Run, Is The Whole Of Your Life. Every Free Minute Is A Short Story With A Happy Ending.