People care much more for how things look than how things are.

I'm not that shallow, asshole. I don't need money. It's way more important for them to be good-looking.

Envy, as distasteful as it is, has seeped into my mind on rare occasions, and those I've envied, although few in number, have only been those that live a life of leisure with peace of mind and time to do such wonderful things as read.

Oh yes, even I cry. Just not over you. Who is "you?" The one who has to ask or the one who doesn't?

We deny more than we confess. We hide more than we reveal. We assume because it makes us feel exposed if we have to ask. It's easier to say "I feel nothing" than to admit "I feel something." It takes no courage to say, "I hate you" but it takes a great deal of moxie to declare its opposite. Masks are elaborate and everyone has one. It takes a while to get to know people. This doesn't make them special, it makes them like everyone else. Sometimes our hearts scream yes while our heads say run; and only one can be obeyed.

Special ops have earned the right to boast and don’t; you’re just a wannabee, which is why you do.