To Vik Lovell Who Told Me Dragons

That Ain't Me, That Ain't My Face. It Wasn't Even Me When I Was Trying To Be That Face. I Wasn't Even Really Me Them; I Was Just Being The Way I Looked, The Way People Wanted.

You Had A Choice: You Could Either Strain And Look At Things That Appeared In Front Of You In The Fog, Painful As It Might Be, Or You Could Relax And Lose Yourself

When Shakespeare Was Writing, He Wasn't Writing For Stuff To Lie On The Page; It Was Supposed To Get Up And Move Around.

Nowhere Else In History Has There Ever Been A Flag That Stands For The Right To Burn Itself. This Is The Fractal Of Our Flag. It Stands For The Right To Destroy Itself.

People Think Love Is An Emotion. Love Is Good Sense.