I Don't Have A Master. I'm Not

Every Religion Has Demons.... Nothing Like A Real, Live Demon To Give You Some Of That Old-time Religion.

Twenty-three Stories Up And All I Could See Out The Windows Was Grey Smog. They Could Call It The City Of The Angels If They Wanted To, But If There Were Angels Out There, They Had To Be Flying Blind.

[roland] Jerked Back Too Fast To See, And His Fist Was Suddenly Connecting With My Chin. I Didn't Pass Out, But My Body Went Limp. Part Of Me Was Screaming Silently. The Other Part Was Saying, 'oh, What Pretty Trees.

We Are Not Made Up Only Of Our Light And Happiness But Also Of Darkness And Sorrow. To Deny The Darkness Of Yourself Is To Deny Half Of Who You Are, And When You Love, Truly Love, You Need To Love The Whole Person Not Just The Part That Smiles And Waves, But The Part That Thinks Murderous Thoughts And Knows That Pain Is Both Pleasure And Temptation, But Still Thinks Puppies Are Really Cute.

You Can't Save Everybody. In Fact, There Are Days When I Think You Can't Save Anyone. Each Person Has To Save Himself First, Then You Can Move In And Help. I Have Found This Philosophy Does Not Work During A Gun Battle, Or A Knife Fight Either. Outside Of That It Works Just Fine.