I'm Not Afraid Of Death. Death's Afraid

He Looked At The Pain And He Set Himself Apart From It. He Saw It, Examined It, Identified It, Corralled It. He Isolated It. He Challenged It. You Against Me? Dream On, Pal. He Built Borders For It. Then Walls. He Built Walls And Forced The Pain Behind Them And Then He Moved The Walls Inward, Compressing The Pain, Crushing It, Boxing It In, Limiting It, Beating It.

I Have Three Desks. One Empty For Paperwork, One For The Internet And Email, And One For The Writing Computer.

Don't Be Sad That Roses Have Thorns. Be Glad That Thorns Have Roses. Today's The Day I Worried About Yesterday And It Didn't Happen.

I Said Nothing. I’m Good At Saying Nothing. I Don’t Like Talking. I Could Go The Rest Of My Life Without Saying Another Word, If I Had To.

The Thriller Is Not A Recent Invention. It Probably Goes Back To The Dawn Of Storytelling.