Routine Feeds The Illusion Of Safety.

He Was A Writer And Words Were His Weapons.

People Always Stay The Age That They Died At. My Big Brother Died Of Leukemia When I Was Six. He Was Eight. Now When I Think Of Him, He's Always Eight, And He's Still My Big Brother. He Never Changes, And The Part Of Me That Remembers Him Never Changes.

Confucius Is Like The Torah, Rules To Follow. And Lao-tzu Is Even More Conservative, Saying That If You Do Nothing You Won't Break Any Rules. You Have To Let Tradition Fall Sometime, You Have To Take Action, You Have To Eat Bacon.

Love: The Sickest Of Irony’s Sick Jokes. The Place Where Logic And Order Go To Die.

Anger Is The Spirits Telling You That You Are Alive.