Your fate is like a new jar of peanut butter. It may be sealed, but you can choose whether it is smooth or crunchy.

“I am a single drop of blood trying to mix in with billions of red paint splatte…”

“I wish I could sculpt my shadow into my night clone, and it could be out earnin…”

“We all make mistakes. Some just manufacture them in a factory and sell them to …”

“Amy, she’s got a memory like an elephant, and a body like a meow.”