Life’s Like That. As We Grow And

If She Just Wanted To Come Home At Night To Eye Candy With Good Hair, I Could Probably Be That Reasonably Well.

When You Say ‘old Friend,’ Are We Talking, Like...since The Ice Age?” “no. Of Course Not.” “oh.” “it’s Only Been About Four Hundred Years.” “ah. Yes. Only Four Hundred.” A Wry Expression Spread Over His Face. “being With You Is A Continual Experiment In Perspective. Among Other Things.

Do You Believe In Fairy Tales?" "what...what Kind Of Fairy Tales?" "the Kind You Aren't Supposed To Waste Your Life On.

Once When I Was Ninth Grade I Had To Write A Paper On A Poem. One Of The Lines Was"if Your Eyes Weren't Open You Wouldn't Know The Difference Between Dreaming And Waking' It Hadn't Meant Meant Much To Me At The Time. After All There'd Been A Guy In The Class That I Liked So How Could I Be Expected To Pay Attention To Literary Analysis? Now Three Year Later I Understand The Poem Perfectly.

This Isn’t A Game. We Don’t Want Mediocre Employees Who Can Keep The Status Quo. We Want Souls. We Want To Win. And You’ve Spent Most Of Your Time Here Being Mediocre.