Don't Be Sad That Roses Have Thorns.

Hope For The Best, Plan For The Worst.

Sometimes If You Want To Know For Sure Whether The Stove Is Hot, The Only Way To Find Out Is To Touch It.

He Looked At The Pain And He Set Himself Apart From It. He Saw It, Examined It, Identified It, Corralled It. He Isolated It. He Challenged It. You Against Me? Dream On, Pal. He Built Borders For It. Then Walls. He Built Walls And Forced The Pain Behind Them And Then He Moved The Walls Inward, Compressing The Pain, Crushing It, Boxing It In, Limiting It, Beating It.

The Way To Write A Thriller Is To Ask A Question At The Beginning, And Answer It At The End.

I Said Nothing. I’m Good At Saying Nothing. I Don’t Like Talking. I Could Go The Rest Of My Life Without Saying Another Word, If I Had To.