I Am Jack's Smirking Revenge.

The Little Boy Smiled Back At All The Angry Faces Glaring In At Him. And The Little Boy Blew Kisses.

The Unreal Is More Powerful Than The Real. Because Nothing Is As Perfect As You Can Imagine It. Because It's Only Intangibles, Ideas, Concepts, Beliefs, Fantasies That Last. Stone Crumbles. Wood Rots. People, Well, They Die.

Could You Hold The Chainsaw A Bit Closer To Your Mouth, Please?

May I Never Be Complete. May I Never Be Content. May I Never Be Perfect.

I Don't Want To Die Without A Few Scars.