Some People Just Don't Seem To Understand

I've Lost Track Of The Number Of People Who Want To Be Writers But Never Actually Write Anything. Talking About Writing, Dreaming About Writing, Can Be Very Fun, But It Won't Get A Book Written. You've Got To Write

His Eyes Widened Just A Bit, His Lips Flexed. I Realized He Was Trying Not To Laugh. I Hate It When People Find My Threats Amusing.

If You Have A Choice Between Extra Makeup Or Extra Weapons Always Take The Weapons. Just The Fact That You're Debating Between Those Two Choices Proves That You're Going To Need The Weapons More.

I Try To Be A Good Cop. I Try To Be A Good Little Soldier And Follow Orders Up To A Point. But In The End I’m Not Really A Cop, Or A Soldier. I Am A Legally Sanctioned Murderer. I Am The Executioner.

Can You Truly Love Anyone If You Do Not First Love Yourself? If You Hate Yourself, Can You Love Anyone Else? If You Do Not Accept All Of Who You Are, Can You Accept Anyone Else? Hard Questions. It Remains To Be Seen Whether I Get Any Answers, Hard, Or Otherwise.