I've Seen More Intelligence In The Crotch

Only By Being Prepared For Your Death Can You Ever Truly Live.

Routine Feeds The Illusion Of Safety.

...she Is Too Beautiful, I Think, To Not Be Inherently Evil.

Little-boy Love...the Cleanest Pain I've Ever Known. Love Without Desire, Conditions, Or Limits - A Pure And Radiant Glow In The Heart That Could Make Me Giddy And Sad And Glorious All At Once. Where Does It Go? Why, In All Their Experiments, Did The Magi Never Try To Capture That Purity In A Bottle? Perhaps They Couldn't.

All Fear Comes From Trying To See The Future, Biff. If You Know What Is Coming, You Aren't Afraid.