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Slasher Hathaway Marks His Territory By Spending Money. He Might As Well Have Pissed On Her. It Means Nothing.

For Feel-good Fiction To Work, There Has To Be An Element Of Darkness.

I Had Spent My Whole Life Feeling Homesick. The Only Difference Between The Two Of Us Was That I Didn't Know What Or Where Home Was.

How To Make God Laugh? Tell Him Your Plans.

God! I Hated This Business Of Being Grown-up. I Hated Having To Make Decisions Where I Didn't Know What Was Behind The Door. I Wanted A World Where Heroes And Villains Were Clearly Labeled. Where Ominous Music Comes On-screen So You Can't Possibly Mistake Him. Where Someone Asks You To Choose Between Playing With The Beautiful Princess In The Fragrant Garden And Being Eaten By The Hideous Monster In The Foul-smelling Pit. Not Exactly A Difficult One, Now Is It? Not Something That You Would Agonize Over, Or That Would Make You Lose A Night's Sleep?