I've Won Satan's Lottery.

Kayso, It Turns Out That Driving An Actual Car Is Way Harder Than It Is In 'grand Theft Auto: Zombie Hooker Smackdown.

Like Looking Down On A Lubricious Chess Set, Isn't It? The King Moves In Tiny Steps, With No Direction, Like A Drunkard Trying To Avoid The Archer's Bolt. The Others Work Their Strategies And Wait For The Old Man To Fall. He Has No Power, Yet All Power Moves In His Orbit And To His Mad Whim. Do You Know There's No Fool Piece On The Chessboard, Kent?" "methinks The Fool Is The Player, The Mind Above The Moves.

People Always Stay The Age That They Died At. My Big Brother Died Of Leukemia When I Was Six. He Was Eight. Now When I Think Of Him, He's Always Eight, And He's Still My Big Brother. He Never Changes, And The Part Of Me That Remembers Him Never Changes.

If You Think Anyone Is Sane You Just Don’t Know Enough About Them. The Key — And This Is Very Relevant In Our Case — Is To Find Someone Whose Insanity Dovetails With Your Own.

It’s Like He Has This Power Over Me—like I Have An Eating Disorder And He’s A Package Of Oreo Double Stuff Cookies.