Knock Your Bad Self Out.

Never Argue With Your Characters; They Know Themselves Better Than You Do

Hope Will Lie To You, But Lust Is What It Is; It Never Lies.

Pretend I Asked, Now Answer The Question.

It Was Two Weeks Before Christmas. A Slow Time Of Year For Raising The Dead.

True Love Means You Love The Real Person, Not An Ideal That You Have In Your Head And Superimpose Over Them. That's Illusion And Lies To Me.