#maddaddam.

❛ There's the story, then there's the real story, then there's the story of how the story came to be told. Then there's what you leave out of the story. Which is part of the story too. ❜

❛ The best way of being kind to bears is not to be very close to them. ❜

❛ Life is warped. I'm just in sync. ❜

❛ Now it's a whisper from the past. ❜

❛ But hatred and viciousness are addictive. You can get high on them. Once you've had a little, you start shaking if you don't get more. ❜

❛ Why is it always such a surprise? The moon. Even though we know it's coming. Every time we see it, it makes us pause, and hush. ❜

❛ Perfection exacts a price, but it's the imperfect who pay it. ❜

❛ What is 'belief' but a willingness to suspend the negatives?  ❜

❛ I have scars, inside me. ❜

❛ The dead are not entirely dead but are alive in a different way; a paler way admittedly, and somewhat darker. ❜

❛ However dark, a darkness with voices in it is better than a silent void. ❜

❛ Amazing how quickly the past becomes idyllic. ❜

❛ It is another way of saying tough luck. To people you aren’t going to help out. ❜

❛ I'm waiting, far off in the future. ❜

❛ The only sure camouflage is unpredictability. ❜

❛ There are so many of them, and each one of them is doing part of the killing, whether they know it or not. ❜

❛ First rule: limit bloodshed by making sure that none of your own gets spilled. ❜

❛ I long to swim in liquid moonlight. ❜

❛ That's right, I don’t like to be summoned on trivial matters. ❜

❛ The part that really made me happy was that you wanted me to be happy. ❜

❛ Cut that part out of us: the grinning, elemental malice. Begin us anew. ❜

❛ Where there are wars, there will be crows, the carrion-fanciers. And ravens too, the warbirds, the eyeball gourmands. And vultures, the holy birds of yore, old connoisseurs of rot. ❜

❛ At last. It's you. ❜

❛ No, you will not be cooked on a fire when you die. Because you are not a fish. ❜

❛ Take what the moment offers. Don’t close doors. Be thankful. ❜

❛ How many others have stood in this place? Left behind, with all gone, all swept away. ❜

❛ Is it disapproval or extreme lust? With some men it’s hard to tell the difference. ❜

❛ My hair was driving me crazy, but then … I died. ❜

❛ Seek and ye shall find, eventually. And you found. You’re right, I don’t dispute that. Sorry. ❜