Hookzilla

All I can do is say again what I’ve said already: when one isn’t sure about ka, it’s best to let ka work itself out. If one meddles, one almost always does the wrong thing.

This is your promise that things may be different, Roland—that there may yet be rest. Even salvation. A pause, and then: If you stand. If you are true.

I was born Six-gun in my hand, behind a gun I’ll make my final stand.

O, swear not by the moon, th’ inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

I was raised to be polite, but not to suffer bullshit.

I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I aim with my eye.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad Take a sad song and make it better Remember to let her into your heart Then you can start to make it better