I So Love The Smell Of Hatred

I’m Partial To The Truth, Lo. Good, Bad Or Indifferent. (vane)

You Smoke? (randy) Only When I’m On Fire. (steele) I Don’t Appreciate Your Humor, Mr. Steele. (randy) I’m An Acquired Taste. (steele)

You The Dark-hunter?" Kyrian Arched A Brow. "you The Flunky?" "i Don't Like Your Tone." "and I Dont't Like You. Now That We've Dispensed With The Introductions And Have Declared Our Mutual Distaste For One Another, Why Don't You Take Me To The One Who Holds Your Leash?

Men Can Beat Each Other To A Pulp And Still Walk Away Friends. With A Woman, Once An Enemy, Always An Enemy. Women Will Sit Like A Spider, For Years, Waiting For The Chance To Strike. They Never Forget And Seldom Forgive.

Writers. For Some Reason, A Lot Of You Reject What You Hear And See In Your Heads. If You Go Too Long Ignoring It, It Builds Up And Then You Do All Sorts Of Weird Things. Mumble To Yourself. Nightmares. Day-dreams. Total Anarchy And Chaos. Before You Know It, The Writer Is Either Sitting In Corner Feverishly Humming To His- Or Herself Or On Prozac. You’re Not On Prozac, Are You? (esther)