Nothing Is Certain, Ma Petite, Not Even

One Of My Rules Is Never Explain. A Writer Is A Lot Like A Magician, If You Explain How The Trick Works Then A Lot Of The Magic Turns Mundane.

When You Spend All Your Time Worrying That The Devil Is Right Behind You, Eventually You Start Seeing Him Whether He's There Or Not.

There Comes A Point When You Just Love Someone. Not Because They're Good, Or Bad, Or Anything Really. You Just Love Them. It Doesn't Mean You'll Be Together Forever. It Doesn't Mean You Won't Hurt Each Other. It Just Mean You Love Them. Sometimes In Spite Of Who They Are, And Sometimes Because Of Who They Are. And You Know That They Love You, Sometimes Because Of Who You Are, And Sometimes In Spite Of It.

Theresa Strode Over To Us In A Swish Of Cloth. "enough Of This, Animator. He Can't Do It, So He Pays The Price. Either Leave Now, Or Join Us At Our...feast." Are You Having Rare Who-roast-beast?" I Asked. What Are You Talking About?" It's From Dr. Seuss, How The Grinch Stole Christmas. You Know The Part, 'and They'd Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! Feast! They Would Feast On Who-pudding And Rare Who-roast-beast.'" You Are Crazy." So I've Been Told.

Some Moments Are Perfect, And Then Someone Comes Along And F*cks It Up. Ain't It Always The Way.