You Make The Decision: Whom Did God

But Don't Forget Who You Really Are. And I'm Not Talking About Your So-called Real Name. All Names Are Made Up By Someone Else, Even The One Your Parents Gave You. You Know Who You Really Are. When You're Alone At Night, Looking Up At The Stars, Or Maybe Lying In Your Bed In Total Darkness, You Know That Nameless Person Inside You...your Muscles Will Toughen. So Will Your Heart And Soul. That's Necessary For Survival. But Don't Lose Touch With That Person Deep Inside You, Or Else You Won't Really Have Survived At All.

It Was All Because Of His No-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealinggreat-great-grandfather!

You Need A Reason To Be Sad. You Don't Need A Reason To Be Happy.

It's Funny How You Can Go From Hating A Girl To Maybe Liking Her, Maybe Liking Her A Lot, Just Because She Shows A Little Interest In You.

I'm No Good At Describing My Books. 'holes' Has Been Out Now For Seven Years, And I Still Can't Come Up With A Good Answer When Asked What That Book Is About.