He Became Merely The Broken Statue Of

I Believe In Those Whom I Love And Trust.

The Detective Was Different. Not That He Wasn't A Good Man; Willie Had Heard Enough About Him To Understand That He Was The Kind Who Didn't Like To Turn Away From Another's Pain, The Kind Who Couldn't Put A Pillow Over His Ears To Drown Out The Cries Of Strangers. Those Scars He Had Were Badges Of Courage, And Willie Knew That There Were Others Hidden Beneath His Clothes, And Still More Deep Inside, Right Beneath The Skin And Down To The Soul. No, It Was Just That Whatever Goodness Was There Coexisted With Rage And Grief And Loss.

‎"sarge, Mr. Nurd Here Is Threatening To Turn Me To Jelly." "really?" Said Sarge. "what Flavor?

He Had Never Really Speculated About This Before, Since Demons Came In All Shapes And Sizes. Indeed, Some Of Them Came In More Than One Shape Or Size All By Themselves, Such As O'dear, The Demon Of People Who Look In Mirrors And Think They're Overweight, And His Twin, O'really, The Demon Of People Who Look In Mirrors And Think They're Slim When They're Not.

42. Most People Will Spend Their Lives Doing Jobs That They Don't Particularly Enjoy, And Will Eventually Save Up Enough Money To Stop Doing Those Jobs Just In Time To Start Dying Instead. Don't Be One Of Those People. There's A Difference Between Living, And Just Surviving. Do Something That You Love, And Find Someone To Love Who Loves That You Love What You Do. It Really Is That Simple. And That Hard.