Morois Are Born..but Strigois Are Made..!

I Looked At You... And Saw Your Goodness, Your Hope, And Your Faith. Those Are What Make You Beautiful. So, So Beautiful. So It Was't My Hair?

You Aren't Afraid Of Throwing Yourself In The Path Of Danger, But You're Terrified Of Letting Anyone In.

Sydney Had Been Horrified To Discover My Home Library Consisted Of A Bartending Dictionary And An Old Copy Of Esquire, And At Her Pleading, I'd Promised To Read Something More Substantial. I Was Trying To Think Deep Thoughts As I Read Gatsby, But Mostly I Wanted To Throw Some Parties.

It'd Be Nice To Have Someone Who Understood Some Of The Things That Went On In My Head.

I Do Usually Stay In The Fantasy/sci-fi Range, I Suppose, But It Has Many, Many Subgenres That I'd Love To Continue Exploring.