Michael R. Fletcher

Fate didn't stand in the way. Rather, they themselves were their own worst enemies.

Doubt grew only in the fertile darkness of solitude

For all Wichtig spoke of trust, he trusted no one. For all he spoke of wisdom, he learned nothing. Every word he uttered was done so with an eye toward manipulation.

Trust your fears. When a quiet voice whispers, "you are being used", listen. Ignore your baser desires.

No one thanks you for showing them the light.

Gefarhrgeist excelled at convincing themselves. It was their greatest strength and most terrible weakness.

One truism lay underneath every choice and word: change what people think and you change the world.

Konig couldn't help but think of the man as a slab of walking muscle with all the intellect of a pair of cheap shoes.

Those who live without a great fire in their soul live in darkness.

Take the easy road and at the end, you will feel you have achieved nothing. Try the difficult shit and you__l enjoy your successes.

She'll be waiting for me. Never before had he wanted immortality so badly.

I was sane once. It was horrible.

Think about it. When you die you'll be surrounded bu the people you killed. Who the hells goes around killing people they like? In the Afterdeath we'll be surrounded by our enemies.

The hand-plucked rose loses meaning as life is leached. Red love, once clutched to breast, putrefies and is thrown to the midden.The hand leaked life as meaning was pucked. Putrefaction clutched love and was thrown to the midden.

Gehirn had to protect her love - and she only knew one way to do so. She lit the sky afire.

In a mad world, only the mad are sane. - AKIRA KUROSAWA

Wait!" said Erbrechen, suddenly feeling jovial. "I change my mind. Never shite again. Ever. Anywhere."It was a small thing, but of such small things were life's joys truly made. The thought, he knew, would keep him smiling for days."The world is a comedy, intoned Erbrechen, tittering, "and each must play his fart.

The power of faith is the fear of the unknown. The power of love is the fear of dying alone.