If you go to your death rather than do everything you might to prevent what is happening, you are merely committing suicide and trying to make yourself feel better about it. That is the act of a coward. It is beneath contempt.
You don’t go walking into the proverbial lion’s den lightly. You start with a good breakfast.
No one is an unjust villain in his own mind. Even – perhaps even especially those who are the worst of us. Some of the cruelest tyrants in history were motivated by noble ideals, or made choices they would call “hard but necessary” for the good of their nation. We’re all the hero of our own story.
The wacky thing about those bad guys is that you can’t count on them to be obvious. They forget to wax their mustaches and goatees, leave their horns at home, send their black hats to the dry cleaner’s. They’re funny like that.
There’s power in the night. There’s terror in the darkness. Despite all our accumulated history, learning, and experience, we remember. We remember times when we were too small to reach the light switch on the wall, and when darkness itself was enough to make us cry out in fear...
Even in winter, the cold isn’t always bitter, and not every day is cruel.
There’re things we keep hidden from one another. Things we hide from ourselves. Things that are kept hidden from us. And things no one knows. You always learn the damnedest things at the worst possible times.
I had a vague memory of being that ridiculous at one time. Let he who hath never worn parachute pants cast the first stone.
My head was throbbing, and my hands were shaking, but I went down the ladder to my workroom – and started figuring out how to rip someone’s heart out of his chest from fifty miles away. Who says I never do anything fun on a Friday night?
Alone. It’s one of those small words that means entirely too much. Like fear. Or trust.
Magic comes from what is inside you. It is a part of you. You can’t weave together a spell that you don’t beleive in.
I don’t know about your true form, but the weight of your ego sure is pushing the crust of the earth toward the breaking point.
Anger is just anger. It isn’t good. It isn’t bad. It just is. What you do with it is what matters. It’s like anything else. You can use it to build or to destroy. You just have to make the choice.
Whenever you’ve got a choice, do good, kiddo. It isn’t always fun or easy, but in the long run it makes your life better.
One can have only as much preparation as he has foresight.
When I’m in turmoil, when I can’t think, when I’m exhausted and afraid and feeling very, very alone, I go for walks. It’s just one of those things I do. I walk and I walk and sooner or later something comes to me, something to make me feel less like jumping off a building.
Survival was not enough. One had to live.
You can’t plan for everything or you never get started in the first place.
As a whole, people suck. But a person can be extraordinary.
Chili dogs, funnel cakes, fried bread, majorly greasy pizza, candy apples, ye gods. Evil food smells amazing – which is either proof that there is a Satan or some equivalent out there, or that the Almighty doesn’t actually want everyone to eat organic tofu all the time. I can’t decide.