I promise not to hurt you, unless you try to take my shit. Then I'll twist your head off and hide it in a bush somewhere.

If you can cut the head off of this broom-goober with that sword, then I'll believe you can gank zombies with it.

Reason is, and ought only to be the slave of the passions.

Sometimes I wonder who the real monsters are. The ones without the hearts or the ones who rip them out" - Bastion of Aberrants (In progress)

No, honey. Maybe you can put the things from the Overlook away in lockboxes, but not memories. Never those. They’re the real ghosts.

What believer of faith among us can claim to understand the exact mechanistic structure of a world created by a god/God?

The real me isn’t someone you see but someone you know.

The truth is not what I look for. It is what I look at!

I'm the kindest, most supportive friend ever, probably to my own detriment, but I hope that I am toughening up a little bit.

I've always believed that you can funnel good things toward yourself by thinking positiviely.

Whose life testifies to the truth that there is no shame in being oppressed: Those who should be ashamed are they who oppress others.

We put all these things together into a tangible product that is The Rock N' Roll Mystery Tour.