It's not only the demons who have the power to break you. It's the small, unexpected kindness, the flame that throws the darkness into relief.

I met his eyes. Unlike Callie, he wouldn't be fooled with a smile. Once you've glimpsed something's true nature, it's hard to see the veneer as anything but false, no matter how bright the shine.

Given a choice, it seems like pity would be easier to bear than mockery, but that's not true. Mockery hardens defenses; pity slips through, finds the softest places you have, and slices to the bone. Pity will break you, every time.

People spot a big black lens, and they worry about what they're doing, or how their hair looks. Nobody see the person holding the camera.

I’d begun to think of the Immortality Bus as the Entropy Bus, and of ourselves as trundling across Texas in a great mobile metaphor for the inevitable decline of all things, the disintegration of all systems over time.

“Let Kindness be the torch you wish pass on to others, With a Flame of Love & Understanding.” ~ Tom Baker