Self-doubt Is A Self-fulfilling Prophecy.

My Father Had Taught Me To Be Nice First, Because You Can Always Be Mean Later, But Once You've Been Mean To Someone, They Won't Believe The Nice Anymore. So Be Nice, Be Nice, Until It's Time To Stop Being Nice, Then Destroy Them.

Is Death Such A High Price To Pay, When You Will Die Anyway?

I Like Conventions. I Like Meeting And Greeting. I'm Perched On That Edge Where I'm Getting More Attention Than I Quite Know What To Do With, Though.

Most Hatred Is Based On Fear, One Way Or Another. Yeah. I Wrapped Myself In Anger, With A Dash Of Hate, And At The Bottom Of It All Was An Icy Center Of Pure Terror.

Out Last Chance Is A Cat's Magic Sight. We Are Doomed.